I just wanted to be alone. Hopelessly alone.
I avoided mostly everyone for the next few weeks, occasionally bumping into people I knew around school,but not really carrying on a conversation.
"Clara!" My mom screamed from downstairs, "Come down here. Your friend is here to check on you." I sighed and took to the stairs,taking them one at a time,not excited about making any human contact.
As soon as I reached the bottom of the stairs,I saw Damon staring up at me. I rolled my eyes and turned back around making my way up stairs,once more. "Clara.Please. wait..." He said in a innocent,sweet voice. "Give me a chance." I sighed and ignored him,reaching my bedroom door."I wanted so badly to hurt him,to tell him off. But it wasn't worth it. I simply walked into my room and shut the door behind me. He knocked lightly as I sat on the floor beside my door. I didn't want to move or talk,I just wanted to cry.
I guess he could tell,too. He opened the door and sat down next to me. "I'm sorry" he said taking me into his arms. "I'm an ass and I'm so sorry."
The next few hours were spent with my crying into his chest about how much of an ass he was and how he screwed up my life. Which to be honest he didn't,I did.
I messed up everything for myself.
He is just trying to help me.
So..I'm letting him...for the first time..I realized..he wasn't all that bad.
