From Within [IN PROGRESS]

Chapter 4: Wake up

I whipped up out of bed. "Holy shit, what are you doing in my room?"
I grabbed my blankets and pulled it up to my chest, trying to cover as much as I could. I was wearing a tank top, but with him in my room, it wasn't enough.

A lazy smile sat on his face. "I'm not in your room, Alex. You're dreaming. Sort of. But nonetheless, I'm not in your room."

He was making no sense. There was no way this was a dream. It felt too real. I looked over at my clock, seeing that both hands were stuck at exactly 10:54pm.

I looked back at him, but only found an empty space where he was a few seconds ago. I sighed in frustration and fell back down into my pillows and closed my eyes.

What seemed like seconds later my alarm went off. When I slowly pried my eyes open, I was annoyed to find my room looked exactly as I left it.
It was still it's everyday looking room, with no indication that Damian had been here.

Maybe it really was a dream.

My head snapped to the clock, checking to see if they hands were moving again. They were.

But then I realized I was late. I had 35 minutes to get ready and get to school.

I jumped out of bed, tripping on the covers and stumbling into the bathroom. I pulled my hair into a high ponytail and began brushing my teeth. After finding some clothes from my dresser, I pulled them on and put on some deodorant and perfume. Then I grabbed my bag and pulled on some shoes before running out the door.

Luckily I made it to first period on time. The day went by quickly, and soon enough seventh period rolled around. I was so happy to be done with today, but I felt sick. Damian was in this class. And after last night, even if was a dream created by my own conscience, I didn't want to see him face to face.

I took my usual seat next to Sarah. She was scrolling through her phone, not minding my presence. I didn't mind, something told me I wouldn't be able to talk much right now anyway.

But then I felt it. It was buzz of energy. The hairs on my arm stood up as Damian and his sister, Raven, walked in. Some people didn't mind, but the majority of the class stopped talking to watch them walk in.

I was one of those people.

I didn't realize I was holding my breath until my lungs started to burn. I took a deep gulp of air, steadying my breathing. I heard a deep chuckle from the doorway and I looked up only to make eye contact with his grey ones.

I stopped breathing again.

But soon enough his eyes were off me and back on some blonde girl in the front row. He took a seat next to her and began talking to her. I felt a jolt of jealousy stab me in the side. I brushed it off and pretended to notice something interesting on my phone.

When the class began I tried to pay attention. But I couldn't focus with the giggling noise from where blondie and Damain were sitting.

I looked over Sarah's head and noticed he was trailing a finger in a circle around the back of blondies hand. It looked like normal flirting to me. And as I was about to look away, I couldn't help but notice his gaze on her.

It wasn't just a gaze. It was a burning stare. Almost an observing look. As if he was studying her, trying to find something.

What is he? A detective? Detective Damian.

The thought itself made me snort in disbelief; it was the stupidest thing I could think of. It only took me a second to realize I had actually snorted in the middle of class. During a lesson. While it was quiet.

Every student was staring at me, and Mrs. Lucille was giving me a death glare from in front of the chalk board.

She cleared her throat. "Alex, since you found something humorous about the lesson, would you care to share it with the class?"

My face was flaming from embarrassment. I was NOT about to tell her the real reason why I laughed, but my brain was in so much shock that I couldn't think of an excuse.

Suddenly, I didn't need to. A voice interrupted me before I could spout out some lame bullshit excuse.

"It was entirely my fault Mrs.Lucille. I was joking around with her and I made her laugh. I meant no disrespect towards your lesson." Damian spoke up; voice crisp and clear. Despite the lie he just told, he had no hesitation in his response.

Mrs.Lucille straightened out her glasses before turning to me. "Alex, is this the truth?"

I nodded my head quickly. She sent me a pointed look before telling the both of us to pay attention; she then turned back around and continued with her lesson.

I looked back over towards Damian. He was already grinning at me. Suddenly he put one arm up in front of him, and stuck a leg out from underneath his desk.

In a driving stance.

Then, sending me a wink, he pretended to slam on the breaks of his imaginary car.

I groaned and shoved my face into my folded arms on my desk.

He knows.