In Love With You

Chapter 1: The Mistake

Annabelle's POV:

Mom was shocked. She just couldn't believe it. "Honey...No..."Mom said. "I'm sorry." I whispered. Mom sat down on the couch, running her hands through her head, like she always does when she's upset. I know she's disappointed in me. She thought I could do better.  But before we skip all the details, let me tell you what happened.

Bailey and Daphne stood in my room. "What are you going to wear? You're rich! You must have something!" Daphne whined. Yes, I am rich. My dad, Grant Carter, owns a plane company called Carter Flights. And my mom, Valentina Carter, opened her own clothing company, called Valentin Exclusive Creations, which is. That means, yes, we're billionaires. I finally settled on a strapless, red crop top, black bootie shorts, and Christian Louboutin Cataclou Studded Leather wedge sandals. "Dang girl! You slay!" Bailey grinned. "Let's go clubbing!" Daphne cheered. We thundered down the stairs, jumping into my 2016 Cadillac Escalade. I drove away, putting on "Dancing In The Dark" by Rihanna. "Come on! I wanna dance in the dark. Come on! We're gonna light up the night. Come on! I wanna dance in the dark. Come on!  We're gonna light up the night... Underdogs dance in the middle of the night. Can see the night skies in the mirror of your eyes. If you gonna dance, make sure you got the rhythm. Make sure that your heart beat-beats with the rhythm!" We sang, as I pulled up in front of the club. We jumped out of the car and looked around. "Oh no," Bailey groaned, "They have a bouncer?" Daphne rolled her eyes. "Duh! Doesn't every club?" She said. "I got this." I smirked. I walked up to the bouncer. "Dane!  Hey!" I smiled. "Annabelle!" Dane grinned. "The one and only! Um, I was wondering if you could do me a favor?" I leaned slyly towards him. Dane nodded. "Make sure my friends get free drinks. All on me." I whispered in his ear. I handed him a gold card. "Go right in." Dane said, handing me back my card. "Girls, come on." I waved Daphne and Bailey over. "O.M.G!" Bailey shrieked, once we got inside. "What the actual f*ck?" Daphne gushed, amazed. "This place is fricking huge!" A waiter passed by with a tray of drinks. "Hey hottie! Over here!" Bailey motioned to the waiter, who came over. She took a cup, smirking. "Thanks, cutie." She winked.  Then many and many drinks later, Daphne was drunk. "Ooo! I got a nice big bootay!" She drawled. "Huh. Boys have tiny, hot asses." I rolled my eyes. Typical Daphne. "Um, should we bring her home?" Bailey whispered to me very quietly. Don't ask me how Daphne heard that, but she did. "You're sure as HELL not gonna bring me home tonight, you stinky-a** b*tches!" Daphne yelled. She started twerking. "Now THIS is how you move it." Daphne smirked. Boys started to surround her and dance with her, looking at her move. "Ooo! My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard!" The guys moved closer to her, touching her. "Hands off!" I shouted, shoving them away. Daphne crossed her arms, glaring at me angrily. I did the same. We stood there glaring at each other. "I'm going to ring a taxi, which is going to bring you home. If you don't go home, I'm never bringing you back here again." I said calmly. Daphne growled at me. I walked back over to Bailey, shaking my head, embarrassed. "Wanna dance?" She asked. I nodded, and we moved to the dance floor. I started shaking my hips. Bailey did disco. People danced around us, moving every part of their body. Suddenly, Bailey stopped dancing, her mouth gaped open. I ignored it for a while, then when she wouldn't close her mouth, I stopped dancing. "What?" I whined. "Look behind you." She nodded behind me. I turned around. A few feet away, Damon Chandler stood, dancing with his friends. Why was Bailey so shocked? Cause Damon Chandler was the school's bad boy. And he was ridiculously hot. All the girls in our school drooled over him. Got their hearts broken a lot of times for him. Heck, they even fought against each other for him! All because he was so sexy! But that wasn't why I was shocked. Let me elaborate you on what happened.

FLASHBACK:

Walking home, my backpack gave in and all my things dropped on the cement. A car pulled up next to me. And out of the car came Damon. SHIRTLESS. "Rich little Anna's walking home." Damon smirked. "I'm gonna get a new car." I said defensively. I started to pick up my books. But once my hands got full, they fell again. Damon laughed. "Let me help you, Cutie." Damon grinned, bending down to help. As he bent down, I couldn't help but notice his bulging muscles, and his 6 pack. His toned skin glimmered in the dark somehow, and his body told me he had been working out. "Stop staring!" Damon's voice brought me back to reality. "I-I wasn't staring!" I blurted. "Sure. Don't worry, it happens everyday." He grinned, flexing his muscles. "How far away is your house?" He asked. "Twenty minutes away from here." I responded, as he handed me my books. I mouthed a thank you, then began walking again. "Wait!" He called out. I turned around. "Let me drive you home." Damon said. "No, thanks. I'll walk." I answered. I began to walk again. "Please?" He asked. I shook my head. "I can't let you walk that far. Let me drive you home." Damon insisted. I whipped towards him. "I'm fine. No." I scolded. I started to walk. AGAIN. I was about 4 feet away from him, when I felt Damon's hands around my back. He lifted me into his arm, grabbing my books from me with another. "DAMON!" I screeched. "PUT ME DOWN THIS INSTANT!" Damon wouldn't listen. He carried me to his car, putting me down and opening the door. "Get in." He said, and that's when I knew I had lost the battle. I got in the car, as Damon closed the door. I put on my seatbelt, then crossed my arms over my chest. He got into the driver's seat, then pulled away. "Will you put your shirt on now?" I asked. "No." He answered, and we were both silent the whole ride. 

1 DAY LATER (Still in flashback)

I walked into Damon's bedroom. Damon was on his bed, shirtless. "Um, hey." I said. Damon got off his bed. He waved. "You can sit down." He pointed to his bed. I sat. "So, who should we do for the project?" I asked. "I dunno." Damon muttered. "How about Giuliana Benetton?" I suggested. "Whatever." Damon shrugged. We spent the next ten minutes, writing down facts about her. Suddenly, Damon got up. "F*ck this. I don't want to this sh*t anymore." He said, roughly. I stood up, too. "Well, what do you want to do?" I questioned. Damon thought for a moment. "This." He answered, pulling me to him, kissing me.

THE NEXT DAY

I slouched into school very tiredly, as I couldn't sleep because of the make out session me and Damon had in his room. I went through all my classes, including Science, without falling asleep. During P.E., I asked Ms. Brady if I could go the bathroom. She said yes, and I headed down the hallway. I reached the bathroom, about to open door, when I heard a noise. "Oh! Harder, babe, harder! Oo!" I was curious, so I followed the noise, ending up by the lockers. And guess what. Right in front of me, was Damon and Candice Billers making out, Candice pressed against a locker. "Oh god!" She moaned. "What. The. HELL?!" I said, instantly realizing my mistake. Candice and Damon stopped, looking at me. I clasped my hand over my mouth, running as fast as I could to the gym.