I woke up on the couch. Damian was under me. We'd fallen asleep together. I walked into the kitchen and fixed some toast. I smothered it with Nutella and crunchy peanut butter.
The door clicked open and my dad walked in. He looked at Damian and walked into the kitchen where I was eating my breakfast. "Why's Damian asleep on my couch?" he asked, opening the fridge.
"I dunno," I said, shrugging. "He came in here, we watched TV a little then he fell asleep. He hung out with Cameron all last night and was still tired."
"Cameron?"
"The one with the glasses… I went on a date with him a couple nights ago…" I trailed off. "Nevermind," I said with an eye roll. I walked into the living room and sat down on the couch with my toast.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Damian starting to wake up. "Where… Mars?" He opened his eyes and gasped. "Did we…?"
"No," I said flatly, "No, we just fell asleep."
"Oh," he said, lost in thought.
We sat in silence for a minute. "What's the plan?" I asked finally. I didn't know what we were as a couple- if that…
Damian sighed heavily. "I don't know…" he said, "I don't regret it or anything, but the others… Lindsay and Cameron… I know we broke up and even so were together for long but I still care about her feelings."
"Right, and Cameron too. He's still hurt from what I did to him… I don't want to do that again," I said.
"Should we keep it a secret?" he asked, "Still go out and stuff but not tell anyone."
I bit my lip in thought. Sure the idea was appealing, running around in secret. "Okay," I said, "I can swing that." I smiled flirtatiously, batting my eyes.
Damian crawled over to me and kissed my neck. He made a beeline for my lips. I ran my hands through his dark hair. "This could be fun," he said. I kissed him in response.
The bell rang, sending me to my locker. Cameron stood above me, putting all the books in his locker. "Marissa," he said, "Can I ask you something?"
I stood up and smiled. "Sure, Cameron, what's up?"
"Give me a second chance?" he said, putting it like a question.
My face fell. "I'm sorry, Cameron," I said, "But, I don't think so…"
"C'mon, Marissa," he said, putting his hand on my shoulder, "I think we'd be great together!"
I frowned at his hand. "No, I'm sorry…" Damian walked up to us at that moment and asked what was up. "Nothing," I said quickly.
Cameron frowned and ignored Damian. "C'mon Marissa," he pleaded.
"Cameron," I said, getting a little bit annoyed, "I said no!" He grabbed my shoulder again. I shrugged it off but he put it back. "Stop," I said, point blank.
"Just give me a chance!"
"Dude," Damian said, stepping in, "Lay off."
"This doesn't concern you, Damian," Cameron said angrily.
"Yes," Damian said, "It does. Mars is my," he paused for a second, "best friend. What concerns her, concerns me!" He put his arm around my shoulders.
"Right," Cameron said, slamming his locker, "friends…" He stormed off.
"Cameron, wait," I said, feeling bad for him. He kept on going, ignoring me. I turned to Damian. "You didn't have to be so mean…"
"Hey, just protecting my best friend," he said with a wink, "You okay?"
"Yeah, I could've handled it, though," I told him crossing my arms.
"C'mon, let's go home," Damian said, laughing, "I can't deal with not being able to kiss you."
"No," I said, giggling, "We have Glee! C'mon, there's a storage closet on the second floor we can go to really quick. He grinned and we set off.