SOPHIA

Up in Damon's room we both sat on his bed and an awkward silence fell over us. We just didn't know what to say to each other after everything that happened.

He beat up Dylan, comforted me, and then his mom thought we were dating. That was a lot to go through with him in one day, especially since not that long ago we loathed each other.

But things were different now, so I made it my duty to break the awkward silence by blurting out the first thing that came to mind.

"Do you like cheesecake?" My eyes widened when my brain registered what I said.

Cheesecake? Really?

When my stupid sentence finally registered in Damon's head he shot me a bewildered look that didn't last long because in seconds he was on the floor clutching his stomach as he laughed his butt off.

"C-cheesecake, r-really?" He chocked out between laughs.

"I just wanted to break that uncomfortable silence!" I exclaimed, scowling at him.

"Was the silence uncomfortable? It wasn't for me. Does being alone in my room make you uncomfortable?" Damon teased when his laughter died down.

"No!" I quickly shouted, then realized my mistake, shouting it out would just make him think I was lying.

I took a deep breath, "No." I said calmer.

"I think you're lying." He called me out, smirking.

"I'm not you big headed baboon." I retorted.

"Big headed baboon, really? Well in that case you're a crazy psycho chimp." He declared.

I looked at him like he was insane. Crazy psycho chimp? Well two can play at that game.

I narrowed my eyes and shot him my next insult "Hairy gross gorilla."

"Stupid singing swan." He shot back without missing a beat.

I was about to give him another one of my great insults when I realized what he said.

"Singing swan? I don't think that's much of an insult." I told him.

"It's not." He said with a shrug.

"Okay." I said slowly, it was very unlike Damon to give me compliments.

We fell into another silence that made me uncomfortable yet again. So to break it I told him something I'd wanted to since he beat up Dylan, instead of embarrassing myself and blurting something random again.

"Uh, I just wanted to say thanks for sticking up for me to Dylan. You could've used your words instead of your fists but I appreciate the gesture either way. " I said quietly. I didn't like violence but I understood why he did it.

He looked at me in shock but recovered quickly and said "No problem, ever since he came back I've wanted an excuse to punch him anyway, and it didn't satisfy me to do it at the party."

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, why would he want to hurt his best friend?

"He just seemed so fake, like he was trying to make us think he was the old Dylan so he could get on our good sides." He explained, seeing my confusion.

I nodded in understanding. What Damon said made sense, we were two of the most popular people in school so of course Dylan would try to get on our good side. But we now also knew his ulterior motives had to do with the bet to sleep with me. He had a lot of reasons to be fake with us.

"So how's Antonio doing?" Damon suddenly asked.

I raised an eyebrow at him and an amused smile lifted my lips. Was he seriously asking about Antonio, our tree?

"He's doing well I guess, the same as last time you saw him, which was yesterday." I answered, the amused expression on my face never leaving.

"Well that's good, I was worried you threw him out a window or something." Damon replied with a shrug.

I gasped in horror, "How could you think I would do that to little Antonio?"

"You know how much I love him so I wouldn't be surprised if you threw him out your window just to get back at me for something." He explained.

"You're such an ass, you know that?" I replied, rolling my eyes in exasperation.

"Being an ass is my best feature." He stated proudly.

Oh god, what was I going to do with this guy and his ego?

"Well for starters you could tie me down to the bed and start-"

"What the hell Damon!" I yelled just in time to cut off his dirty comment.

He laughed loudly at the horrified disgust on my face.

"Wait, did you read my mind or something?" I asked when I realized he answered the question I asked in my head.

"No, you speak you inner thoughts out loud more than you realize." He explained, a goofy grin on his face.

My heart dropped, what had he heard? What if he heard me compliment him, or say something embarrassing? I was mortified.

"Stop freaking out, I haven't heard anything embarrassing." He reassured me.

I let out a long sigh of relief.

"You seem really relived, what are you hiding Soph?" He asked suspiciously.

I shrugged "Nothing."

But I was hiding a lot, from everyone. Almost everything in my life was a lie. No one knew about what happened, no one knew about him.

With the reminder of him now floating around my head, I realized I really needed to visit Victoria. I hadn't seen her in almost a week. Hopefully she wasn't mad at me for not coming for so long, but knowing her she'd just be happy that I came at all.

"I don't believe you." Damon said, pulling me out of my thoughts.

"Everyone's hiding something." I told him when I remembered what we were talking about.

"True." He agreed.

"So enough with the talking, is there anything fun to do around here?" I asked, changing the subject.

"Not really, just movies, video games and board games." He told me, looking around his room.

I didn't even have to think twice about what I wanted to do.

- - - - - -

"I win, I win! You lose, you lose!" I chanted happily.

"That's not fair! you got a ladder that brought you right beside the finish square and I had to slide down a snake!" Damon exclaimed, always a sore loser.

I'd just beaten him for the third time in a row, I was almost bored with my lack of competition.

"I won fair and square." I told him cockily.

"Whatever, let's do something else." He mumbled, crossing his arms and pouting out his bottom lip like a three year old.

"Aw, is wittle Damon mad he didn't win?" I asked, babying my voice like I was talking to a child.

"No." He mumbled, pouting harder.

"You're cute when you pout." I told him.

He looked up at me in shock and I was probably mirroring his expression. I couldn't believe I just said that out loud.

"Am I now?" Damon teased, smirking. His pout was long gone now.

I groaned and ran a hand over my face. Why did that comment have to slip out of my mouth? Damon was never going to let me live it down.

"Well of course, every little kid that pouts when they don't win is cute." I pointed out, trying to claw myself out of the very deep hole I dug. And somehow it worked.

The smirk fell from his face and was replaced by a scowl. "I am not a little kid!"

"Well why do you act like one then?" I retorted.

"Because I want to." He muttered.

"That's stupid." I said.

"So is your mom." He shot back.

Oh so he wanted to play that card huh?

"Yo mama so stupid she put lipstick on her forehead to make up her mind." I replied.

His eyebrows rose in surprise as he responded without missing a beat, "Yo mama so stupid she bought tickets to Xbox live."

My lips lifted in an amused smile, "Yo mama so ugly she's the reason Waldo is hiding."

"Well yo mama so ugly she scares the shit right out of the toilet." He somehow managed to say with a straight face.

I started laughing and soon he joined in. Where the hell did he come up with that one?

"I think I won." Damon said when out laughter died down.

"That last joke was pretty good." I agreed.

"I'm the master of yo mama." He declared proudly.

"That's not something to be proud of." I pointed out, breaking down in laughter again.

We were both laughing so hard we rolled off the bed and onto the floor. But seconds after we landed Damon stopped laughing. I looked at him and realized that I was right on top of him, I must've landed that way when we fell.

The serious look on Damon's face made my laughter die in my throat. I sat up to get off him, which made me straddle him, and just as I was about to stand up he grabbed my waist so I stayed right where I was.

I looked down at him in confusion and instantly got lost in his beautiful blue eyes. I didn't even notice how close our faces had somehow gotten until I felt his minty breath fan across my cheeks.

Without my permission, my eyes drifted away from his and down to his full pink lips that always looked so soft.

Now our foreheads were resting against each other and there was mere millimetres between our lips.

Just as I was about to lean forward and press my lips against his, someone walked into the room and gasped.

Damon and I instantly shot apart and looked up at the person who caught us. I didn't know whether to be relived or scared that it was his mom. She already thought we were dating, but if she did have any doubts before, she certainly didn't now.

"Sorry for interrupting but Sophia, your aunt just called, she wants you home." Mrs. Blake finally spoke.

I felt my face heat up and I bet Damon's was the same, but I couldn't bring myself to look at him. This was so embarrassing.

I nodded at Mrs. Blake so she knew that I heard her, and stood up just as she was exiting the room.

"I better go." I told Damon without looking at him.

"Yeah, okay." He replied nonchalantly.

I nodded, still not looking at him, and left his room.

I quickly made my way downstairs, not wanting to run into Mrs. Blake and have her ask questions. Right now I just wanted to go home, lay in my bed and think.

Thankfully Damon's mom was nowhere in sight and I slid through the front door unnoticed.

Once I was outside I practically ran to my house and up to my room. So much had happened today. Dylan only dating me for a bet, Damon comforting me, having fun hanging out with Damon, almost kissing Damon.

Holy crap.

I almost kissed Damon. What the hell was wrong with me? Why would I ever get even remotely close to kissing Damon?

Maybe I just felt lonely and depressed about what Dylan did and in the back of my head I wanted to get back at him by kissing another guy, and Damon just happened to the that other guy.

That reasoning had to be the only possibility for what almost happened, because I certainly didn't have feelings for Damon.

Right?