Charmer (A Damon Salvatore novel)

Chapter 25 - Parisian at heart

Maya

I walked home crying, in the dark, in huge heels. Yay me, right? How could i be so stupid?! I had been asked so many times! And this...this Damon happens to have some sort of effect on me! Boys dropped to my knee's when i giggle, but for some reason when Damon drops to my command my heart melts, i get butterflies, i feel dizzy, i smile. Not even Kyle made me do that...

I turned behind me, seeing the deserted street. No cars, no people. And then from the corner of my eye, i saw something. A person, in black low bats and a black ralphy; their head bowed. They were jogging lightly. Strang for this time...And then they were sprinting towards me. Muscles moving under their shirt, and pretty fast pace.

'Shane...?' I asked peaking beneath the hoody.

'Maya! Why didn't you wait up!?'

'why don't you take your hood off?' i said smiling.

'you look like shit!' He said, givving me a playful nudge.

'lemme guess, the mascara?'

'yeah, whats wrong baby girl?' He said caressing my chin. Let me explain. Shane and i had met last year before i started dating Kyle, our fathers were involved in a business deals and had become steady friends. So on a friendly game of double, we met at our fathers tenis clubs. And we clicked. He was amazing. He's quite a handspan taller than me though, so i have to look up to him. It makes me feel small, and when he's with me i feel so protected and ...and safe. I couldn't help but smile at the thought.

'lets go to paris Shane' I said smiling, my voice barely a whisper. He grinned in return. Shane was also impossibly rich. Some days when our parents were both away on business we'd literally run away. Go to concerts, get drunk, check into a hotel, penthouse or luxury sweet. And come back when ever we felt like our temporary nirvana had to come to an end.

He picked me up in a bare hug, my body instantly relaxing, my tense muscles un notting.

'meet me at my garage, 10 pm' He said, his nose touching mine.

Since i was from Mauritius and we spoke fluent french, France had bee my escape route.  I could easily start life there, fresh language, readin, writting was not a barrier. I was doing spanish at school, and went tutoring, so another FUTURE escape route i guess would be spain. Thing is when you run away nobody really assumes you leave the country or the area, they assume your lurking some where in the shadows, hiding from who ever is trying to find you. For me i go the full mile.