Do I think he's dangerous? Maybe. Do I care any? Not at all. Did I enjoy today? Yes I did. However I didn't enjoy being shot at when I can't defend my own self. Would I repeat today over again? Yes, a thousand times yes. Did the MC scare me? No, not one bit. They felt like a second home. A second family. Does Damien scare me? Hell no. He only intrigues me more than before.

Maybe I should ask him for weapons training.

I wake up on my hammock to the birds chirping with something cozy and warm against my body. I look down and see a familiar blanket wrapped around me. One that was wrapped around me days ago. The one Damien had brought to me that night. The same night he carried my half asleep self to my room. The same night he confessed I would be the death of him. Whatever that means. I smile creeps on my face at the fact he took the time out of his adventurous night to drape a blanket over me.

The asshole does care.

I rush to my room to get ready for school. I place Damien's jacket into a clothing bag with a hanger. It's too nice of a jacket to toss in anyone's backpack. I toss my ripped skinny jeans, a black cropped sweater, and small fitted jacket. My feet slip into my cheetah print vans afterwards I hurry out my house. Damien's motorcycle is already gone; meaning he's already at school or he's left to do God knows what. It's Damien we're talking about here. I run, as in an actual run, to school. I as run through the parking lot I see Damien going into the building. I push my legs to go faster so I can catch him before he completely disappears. I stumble up the stairs and crash through our school doors. I see Damien go down the hall and turn towards the gym. My two left feet stumble again as I dart for him. I never expected him to be stopped in the middle of the hallway which is how I managed to: one catch time and two run full speed ahead against his backside. My nose makes a cracking nose as it connects with his back.

"Would you..." Damien pauses when he notices it's me. As I rub my damn nose because his back assaulted it. His eyes harden into a glare.

"What the hell do you want?" He snaps in irritation. I roll my eyes at his tone. He doesn't scare me so why even bother with his 'scary' nonsense shit?

"I. Need. To. Talk. To. You." I say through clenched teeth. His glare gets colder than usual.

"About what now? Was last night not dangerous enough for you? Goodness, Emery are you stupid? What part of dangerous don't you of all people understand?" He growls at me.

"What are we a damn dog?" I snap back at my growling mongrel.

"What are you? A hyena..." He comments back. Touché, I mean my voice sometimes gets like a hyena. High pitch and all.

"Talk." I command.

"Don't order me." He grunts with a sour expression on his face. Like talking to me has his mouth sour as in eating ton of sour candy. Or lemons.

"You aren't scary nor are you dangerous. If anything I feel safer with you than anyone around here. I don't even know why I'm trying to even speak to you when all you do is shove me back to the background again. Why is it a bad thing for us to be.. I pause my ranting to catch my breath. "F. R. I. E. N. D. S." I spell out with a lot of sass.

"There's a reason why I put my jacket on you. Can't you figure it out? I don't want to be friends with you Emery." He snaps. His words cut a knife through my heart.

"Here why Emery. We are cut from two different types of clothes. You're a luxurious feeling cloth that would cost hundreds of dollars to buy. I'm the cheaper off brand cloth that's tattered and stuff feeling. If you can't comprehend what I'm saying, you're dumber than I thought. I kill people Emery. I fight for money. I'm part of a MC. You know motorcycle club. We do shady stuff, we kill, we shoot, we fight, we take part in illegal shit. What more do I have to spell out for you. I'm not good for you. I'm the complete opposite. So go find a Ken and play house with that wingbat and stay the fuck away from me." He yells out as loud as possible in the deserted hallway. Tears begin to betray me as they fall from my eyes and slip down my cheeks. My nose becomes snotty as I start at this man. How can one be so heartless? How can he compare us to two types of clothes? Does he really think that who I am? I'm not fucking Allie, I never will be. I turn on my heels and rush passed a now crowd hallway. Students have now arrived to school.

"Emery! Wait damn it." He calls out behind me. However, I continue to swerve and maneuver around the bodies of students. I push the door open and sprint off down the parking lot. I run as if I'm running a marathon, a track competition, towards my home. As I open my gates, I'm grabbed roughly from behind. Thinking it's Damien I open my mouth. However, it's not Damien and all that comes out is a scream.

"Send Damien my message."

Before I could ask what he means, his fist connects to my face and my vision blurs instantly. I watch as Tiny hauls ass out of my yard and into awaiting car. My body hits the ground as my vision turns dark.