I forced myself to calm down while trying to convince myself it was probably one of my brother's friends. They, most likely, didn't know that Trent and I had switched rooms a few weeks ago. I concentrated harder on the outline of the tall, wide being before realizing right away who it was.
Damen? I stared down at him with a wide-eyed gaze.
My heart skipped a beat as I gazed down at him lustfully. Although I wanted so badly to hate him and wished so deeply that he didn't have this power over me, it was impossible. No matter what I wanted, or what I wished, every time I saw him he always managed to leave me breathless and wanting him.
I shook that feeling off as I considered my options. My first thought was to shut my bedroom light off and go hide in my bed, under the covers until he gave up and left. I would have done it too if it weren't for the fact that he had already seen me and was waving fiercely like a caffeine-crazed crack head. Plus, I had a few not-so-nice words I wanted to confront him with.
I opened my bedroom window and stuck my head out as I began to whisper loudly down to him.
"What do you want?!"
"Come down here!" He whispered back.
"Because I need to talk to you!"
"Well what if I don't want to talk to you?"
"Please just let me explain!" He was looking up at me with pleading eyes.
If it had been any other guy, or if the past couple days hadn't happened, I probably wouldn't have even went to my window in the first place. And I definitely would never even think about doing what I was just about to do. Except it wasn't just any other guy, it was Damen. And the past couple days had happened. Plus, as much as I hated to admit, I couldn't say no because Damen already had me wrapped around his finger; ready to pursue any wish he commanded.
I rolled my eyes before sticking my hand out and pointing my index finger at him in such a way of saying, 'one second'. I looked up at the large tree which towered over our house. I wondered how my brother managed to scale it in order to sneak out on countless occasions. This tree was actually the reason as to why Trent and I were forced to switch rooms in the first place.
My brother repeatedly snuck out of the house using the tree and ran off to parties and other forbidden places, according to my parents. They had decided that the room with the latter-like-tree would be better suited for me, seeing as I was a loner anyways.
Where was I going to run off to, the library? Or out for a midnight slurpee?
I saw a branch that was only inches away from the left side of my window and decided that would probably be the easiest escape route. I climbed out my window and crawled onto the branch, finding my way to the bottom of the tree with ease. I was about three feet from the ground when I felt Damen's arms grasp my waist. My stomach fluttered the same way it always did when he touched me and my heart sped up. He lifted me up in the air and then placed me gently on my feet. I still stumbled a little bit, but that was because my knees had gone weak and rubbery from being near him.
The second I caught my balance I turned around to face him, anger from this afternoon still lingering inside me. Suddenly, without any second thoughts, I pushed him hard in the chest with every ounce of strength that I had. He must have been expecting it because, even with all the strength I had in me, he had barely even flinched.
I tried again and again, and then one more time. Each time I got the same result, which was nothing! A half smirk had taken over Damen's face as he watched me in amusement. I huffed loudly as I finally gave up. I folded my arms against my chest and glared at him.
The smirk finally faded from his face as he took a step closer to me.
I cut him off before he could go any farther, "Stop Damen! Just stop."
"But-" he tried again.
"But nothing!" To my surprise my voice was stern, "You did it to me again! You just left me sitting there; you left me with those bitches!"