Bad Reputation

Episode 9

Malia’s POV

Damon was offering me his hand to help me get up. But being me I got up without his help. As I got up straight, we were standing very close to each other, apparently he didn’t move back when I started to get up, our bodies were only a few inches apart. I could feel the warmth from his body on mine. My head was screaming at me to back away to put som distance between us, but my body had other ideas. Our eye contact felt overwhelming, after what felt like days but actually only were seconds, his eyes fell to my lips. In response I bit my lower lip. His eyes closed over, he cleared his throat and stepped away from me. I was waken from this kind of trance with that “I’ll go get the car key, I’ll drive the car outside.” I said and hurried on my way to the office. Not looking back, even though I could feel his eyes on me. 

As I reached the office, I leaned my back against the wall. What the hell was that about?? I have more self control than that!? I need to stay away from him, this can not end well.

I took a deep breath and grabbed the key. I walked back out to his mothers car, got in and drove the car outside the garage to where Damon was standing. I got out and handed him the key. “Bye.” I said barely looking at him. “What about the bill?” He said. s**t! “Oh yeah... come on, follow me.”  I answered feeling a little flustered. I could feel his smirk “thought you’d get rid of me that easy uh, Feisty?” “A girl can dream, can’t she.” I rolled my eyes. “Well Sugar, you can dream all you want, as long as I’m a part of them.” He said chuckling. I sighed heavily, ignoring him and started to walk back inside. 

“Gus can you help this guy with the bill. It’s the old Toyota, with the loose plate underneath.” I said, pleading in my voice when we arrived at the front of the garage. 

“Sure.” Gus answered, looking for the bill in his files on his desk. I turned briefly to look at Damon, still with the damn smirk on his face, I gave him a small nod gesturing that we were done here, before I turned back walking away. 

What are the odds that he is the son my costumer was sending to pick up her car! I guess now I know why she looked familiar. 

When I got home I went to my room, my dad was still at the garage, so I would have the house to myself for a bit. I sat in my window sill, reading. From here I have the view of our garden. I opened the window to get some fresh air in the room, I heard a little girls laugh hysterically, I looked out. 

I was a little surprised to see a little black haired girl running and laughing, while Damon was chasing her also laughing, they were running around in their garden next door. Oh my god, is Damon a father? Of course a guy like him would be a father at our age, I thought to myself rolling my eyes. I watched them for a little while, I don’t really know why. I couldn’t help the smile that crept up on my lips, it was kind of cute seeing him playing with the little girl, like that... 

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It’s Monday and I just got to my English lit class as always I found myself a seat in the back. As I made my way to the seat some i***t coughed while saying “slut.” God! I hate this school, I held my head down, ignored him and went to my seat. 

The teacher came in not long after. “Hello everybody. For the next two we...” the teacher was interrupted when a girl came in giggling with Damon right behind her. “Well, thanks for joining us” the teacher said “you’re welcome.” Damon answered quickly that famous damn smirk on his face, the girl he was with and almost the whole class laughed “that’s quite enough from all of you, now take a seat you two.” The teacher said sternly. Damon raised his hands in surrender and chuckled, but didn’t make more of a scene and found him self a seat, his eyes met mine shortly before he sat down, he gave me a quick wink, and I rolled my eyes, turning me eyes back to the teacher. 

“Let’s try again without any interruptions.” The teacher said looking sternly at Damon as a warning “The next couple weeks will be used to do a writing assignment for this class. The assignment will be worth 40 procent of your grade in this class this senior year.” The teacher continued “you will be working on pairs .. and no, before you ask, you don’t get to choose your own partner.” The whole class sighed. “The assignment has to be about a famous author, who that might be is your choice. The written report most be between 5 and 10 pages.” He added. 

“You are 24 students in this class, so I have written down the numbers 1 to 12 on 24 pieces of paper. You have to take one out of this bowl, and the one with the same number as yours is your partner for this project” the teacher explained. 

The bowl got passed around, I was one is the lasts one to get it. It read ‘4’.

The other students started to find their partners. And I heard a now familiar voice say “what am I supposed to do with the number 4?” I raised my head, looked up and locked eyes with no one else but Damon with that famous smirk on his face.. please let this be a nightmare, and tell me I will wake up in a minute.