I Like You
1096 Words
Damon's POV:
The moment I saw Athena again at college, my anger surged. I had hoped that after the humiliating words I threw at her yesterday, she would finally get the message and stay away. But I was wrong. Athena dared to walk into the music club, claiming to be my fiancée.
I couldn't stand it. How dare she? How dare she think she belonged in my world, let alone as my fiancée? Even if I was forced to marry someone like her, I would never claim her as mine!
My irritation spiked when Zion pulled her away, and what really set me off was seeing Sebastian step in to stop her from taking a hard fall.
Glaring at him, I bit out, "What the hell was that?"
Sebastian glanced at me with an unreadable gaze, "You were being a jerk."
A bitter chuckle escaped, "She's playing us. Do you seriously think someone like her could be our mate? Do you think that stupid prophecy can be real?!"
Sebastian smiled coldly, "Why are you being so noisy now? Just speak to father."
I clenched my jaw tight, "You're an i***t, Sebastian! Girls like that—those who don't know where they belong are the worst." I spat furiously.
Sebastian narrowed his gaze. "As much as I don't like her hanging around, you had no reason to be so rough with her."
I scowled, my frustration growing. "Seems like you care more than you're letting on," I muttered darkly.
Deep down, I wondered if Sebastian acted this way because of Athena. She was the first time someone had dared to approach Sebastian since his curse.
Everyone else avoided him like the plague. But Athena—she was different. She didn't seem the slightest bit uncomfortable being so close to him.
And that made me feel worse. Was she trying to fool all three of us?
Sebastian had always preferred keeping his distance, even from Zion and me.
Before I could say anything else, Zion stormed inside the room.
"Damon, you're not treating Athena like that again!"
His tone was firm, more serious than usual. Surprised by his sudden interjection, I turned, and then I felt irritation prick at me again.
"Why did you even befriend an omega?" I asked coldly.
Zion was the youngest, and though he had a good heart, sometimes I felt he was far too naive for his own good.
"Athena's a nice girl," he said, his voice low. "She's never acted like this before. I don't know what's gotten into her lately. Maybe it's that strange divination."
A tense silence settled between us.
Zion's brow thoughtfully creased together. He was clearly troubled by Athena's behavior, conflicted by the girl he knew and the one now causing such a stir.
Divination. The word alone made me want to scoff. My father was stubborn about the same thing, as if some prophecy could change the truth we lived―as if it could make that annoying omega bearable.
Zion sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair. "I'm hungry. Let's go to the canteen," he said, his voice lightening. He was clearly trying to steer us back to familiar ground.
As we prepared to leave, Sebastian did not move. He remained seated by the window, gazing outside with a strange look in his eyes.
He always did that, refusing to even have meals with us because of that stupid curse.
Before Zion could speak, I firmly took his hand without a word, and we went to the cafeteria without Sebastian.
A heaviness settled inside me, but I ignored that feeling as soon as it came.
A familiar voice pierced through the noise as we finally entered the bustling canteen. It was of my girlfriend, Sylvia Woods.
My eyes instantly snapped in her direction, where she stood towering over a girl who had fallen to the floor. The moment the girl's gaze locked with mine, I couldn't help but let out a bitter laugh.
Athena Cohen.
Of course, it had to be her. Why was I running into her everywhere today? The annoyance flared within me, especially when I saw the vulnerability in Athena's eyes as if she was silently begging for my help.
Every instinct told me to just walk away and ignore her, but Zion coldly warned before I could even take a step, "Stop your girlfriend, or I'll do it myself."
Sylvia raised her hand to slap Athena, her face twisted with anger. In that split second, my body moved before my mind could catch up. I rushed toward them at lightning speed, reaching just in time.
A tense silence fell over the canteen as I held Sylvia's hand in the air. My eyes flicked to Athena, still on the ground, her face pale and shaken, and then back to Sylvia.
"That's enough," I said in my low and dangerous voice. Sylvia's eyes widened in surprise, not expecting me to intervene on Athena's behalf.
"Damon, she—" Sylvia began, her voice dripping with frustration.
"Enough," I coldly repeated as I released her wrist, the tension in my grip easing, but the anger remained.
Athena quickly gathered her tray and stood up, trembling slightly. 'Was she hurt?' I wondered, but I couldn't see any wounds.
Sylvia wasn't ready to back down. "She's the one trying to come between us, Damon. You should let me teach her a lesson, show her her place. That's the only way she'll learn," Sylvia insisted.
She wasn't wrong.
Athena was crossing lines she shouldn't, and every part of me wanted to rid myself of her nuisance once and for all. But I didn't want to stir up more trouble after our earlier confrontation.
I needed this to end—today, now.
"Sylvia, I like you," I said, my voice cooling, trying to appease the fire in her eyes. "That's what matters the most. No one else can claim my heart, least of all her."
My gaze flickered to Athena in hatred. I needed to crush out any remnants of her ridiculous notion about us being fated.
I pulled Sylvia close, wrapping my arm around her waist. Without hesitation, I pressed my lips to hers. I could feel Sylvia respond instantly, her fingers gripping my shirt as she kissed me back.
But my attention wasn't on her—it was on Athena, who stood frozen, watching us.
With that kiss, I would crush whatever delusions Athena was harboring.
The message was clear: I belonged to Sylvia, and no one—not even some divination nonsense—could change that.
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