Chapter Three: Pip's P.O.V
I liked confiding in Tweek. He always knew what to say, and when to say it. He kind of underestimates my confidence, though. Tell Damien my feelings? That's insane. Makes sense, since it is Tweek. I bite my tongue at that horrid thought that crept into my mind. Tweek is my friend! How could I think that?!
I look up to see Tweek staring at me expectantly. Oh, right. I must've spaced out.
"You think?" I say as a consolation for keeping him waiting. Maybe he can help me..
I practically beg for his masterly advice. He agreed. Good. With Tweek by my side, I could live another day! Hurrah!
We then start on our homework. Science for me, Math for Tweek. He was so smart when it came to the hard subjects. I watched him focus on his worksheet, tongue sticking out a little from the corner of his mouth. I was not afraid to admit that Tweek was extremely adorable. I smile at his lowered face and try to work on my treacherous equations. I really hated Science. The only reason I haven't switched out was because of Damien. He was the one that made the class bearable. I hope he at least likes me a little. He must. He only talks to me, acknowledges me. I felt a warm glow inside my chest at the realization. I imagine his dark, almost black eyes staring at me whenever I'm listening to the teacher, copying notes from the board, or trying an experiment. Of course, I pretended not to notice, but I always did. I really loved the mystery that is Damien. I look at the clock and see the green digital numbers flash the time. 1.05AM. Bloody hell.. How did that happen?! Shit!
As I tear my eyes off the clock to tell Tweek, I see that I'm alone. What? Where did he go? I figured he must've gone home, hopefully. If he disappears it'll be all my fault. Jesus, I can't deal with that kind of pressure. I smile to myself. I really am starting to sound like Tweek. I shrug and continue my homework. Luckily, it actually wasn't that hard, so I didn't need Tweek's genius mind after all. Well, at least I got his word for helping me. I just hope it pays off and Damien will be mine. That would be so lovely.
I wake up to the bright light shining through my window. Morning already? I sit up and rub my eyes, then look at the clock on my bedside table. 12.25PM. Shit. Shit. SHIT! I'M LATE FOR SCHOOL! I scramble out of bed, grab my homework that laid scattered on the floor, stuff it into my bag and bolt down the stairs and out the door, not bothering to change clothes or anything. Fortunately, my house wasn't that far from the school. Especially when running the whole way. I reach the double doors of the high school, push my way through and sprint to the main office. The secretary (I couldn't be bothered to remember her name), sat behind her small desk, typing away at her laptop. "Excuse me", I say, breathlessly. She looks up at me curiously. I continued. "I just got in. I need a late slip, please." Without a word, she grabs a small form and signs it, writing down the time of my arrival, and handing it to me silently. Cool. No time wasted. Since it was lunch, I didn't have to go to class. I'll show it to my next period, which just so happened to be Science. By now I've caught my breath, and I walk down the hall to my locker near the gym. As I turn the corner, I see a dark figure standing where my locker was. I stop and my eyes widen.
"Pip. Where have you been?" Damien is leaning against my locker, one leg bent, arms crossed. Is it hot in here, or is it just me? I swallow hard and bravely make my way to my locker. "Hey, Damien. I slept in, that's all." Cool, calm, and collected. Good work, Pip. "Oh? Had a late night, did we?" His malicious, sexy lips turn at the corners to show a hint of a smile. To keep myself from passing out at the display, I rest one hand on the locker beside mine, staring at Damien, almost as if to challenge him. "Yeah, well, you know how it is." I tease, smiling flirtatiously. Where is this coming from? Damien's smirk falters and ever so briefly, his eyes drop down to my mouth, and back to my eyes. Silence ensues. I'm the first to break it by asking "could you maybe move aside? I need to get to my locker.. Please."
Damien's devilish smirk returns as he stands up straight, waving his hand in the most dramatic way towards my locker. "All yours, my King." I giggle and blush at his action. I want him. Now. But I needed to know...
"Say, why were you at my locker anyway? Waiting for me?" I asked, a little too hopeful. Damien's expression grew serious again and I could've sworn I saw his cheeks turn a slight shade of pink. Oh my God. He's perfect. And he wants me too!
Whoa, there, Pip. Don't get your hopes up. You need to make sure. But how? I looked down at my shirt then. Hmm.. I wonder. I open my locker and reach for the top shelf, feeling my shirt slide up in the process. From the corner of my eye, I could see Damien staring. This time at the exposed skin of my torso. Just then, I saw something I've never seen before. Damien's eyes glazed over, and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed hard. Is he turned on right now? I could totally take advantage of this moment. "Hey, Damien?" I snap my fingers in front of his face suddenly, and his eyes shoot to mine. "Yes?" He whispers, eyes still full of lust. "Could you help me? I can't reach my textbook.." I actually could, but I wanted to play. I smiled sweetly at him, earning a small smile in return. "But of course, Pippers." My stomach flipped at the sound of my nickname. Only he called me that. I wanted it to stay that way. He moves then, standing right behind me. I could feel his breath going down my neck. I shuddered at the warmth. I could smell him from this close. He smelled like a campfire. I inhaled his scent as he reached his arm to the shelf to grab my book. I wasn't that much shorter than him, the top of my head fit just under his nose. I turn around and grab the front of his shirt with both my hands, forming fists and wrinkling the material. Now or never.. If he rejects me, I don't know what I'll do. I tilt my head up, and press my lips against his. My heart was pounding in my ears, then pounded even faster as I felt Damien return the kiss. This is all I've ever wanted. My suspicions are confirmed. He does like me. Maybe even loves me. He presses into me, his arm still on the shelf. I move my hands to the base of his neck, and slowly wrap them around him. He was so warm. His lips were so warm. I inhaled again and deepen the kiss. I couldn't believe this was happening. I've waited so long. We separate and pant heavily. I look up at him, and see him smile. A full, teeth-bearing grin. Holy cow. So beautiful. I let go of his shirt and attempt to step back, only to be pulled into a soft hug by Damien. I melt into his touch. "I've been waiting for that for a long time, Pip." What? Him? Waiting? "You have? But I thought you didn't like me.."
Damien holds me at arm's length and stares straight into my eyes, as if seeing into my soul. "I don't like you." My lips pout and tears start to well up. "Then why.." I was cut off by Damien's finger on my lips. "I don't like you. Pip, I love you." I stare at him wide-eyed, and he smiles.