Luna Unknown

Martha Must Die

    Rebecca and Tiffany were now on the ground picking up my dropped notebook and pencils. They stood slowly, noticing that my stance and anger had all but dissipated. I felt so hot that I definitely had a fever, all of my tingling blood cells had turned into pure rage and hatred. I finally understood the phrase "have smoke blowing out of your ears" as I felt heat coming out of every crevice of my surface. My hands would probably be swollen from how strongly I was gripping them at my sides.      "Hey, uhm, Sarah, everything cool?" Tiffany said almost in a whisper. With a cold stare I turned to someone even meaner than myself or Tiffany.     Rebecca's eyes were full of fear and wonder. "What do we have planned for Martha this year? Apparently she STILL hasn't learned a lesson." I almost growled through my teeth. Her face rang with questions as she scratched her neck and awkwardly said "Well like...just yesterday you told me to cancel all of 'that s**t' as you put it. Said you wanted to be nicer this year? And then something about how you felt bad for the pep rally. You literally just told us to back off of Martha. Seriously, you're really playing Hot and Cold." Her body calmed down as if she needed to get that off of her chest.      I did feel bad for yesterday. I felt bad for all of the shitty things that Sarah had been the mastermind behind. Well really, not to place the blame completely elsewhere, but Rebecca was responsible for a lot of it. Most of the embarrassment that we caused, especially to Martha, had all been her idea. I thought that Martha was sweet until she became scared of me. Now she was practically invisible, self chosen, until we made her the main scene for one of our harsh pranks. Pranks that normally made me want to wash myself from all of the guilt, but this was different.     He had his arm around her. I can't let that just go. She needed to pay for even coming close to him. At this point I didn't care that I hadn't met him. She knew that he was the hottest guy here now, everyone knew. Meaning that I had first claim. The only claim.     I took a few deep breaths before responding to Rebecca, Tiffany now at her side, both staring at me awaiting a verdict with confused eyes. Being too trusting, I answered a little too honestly. "I've changed my mind. You see that guy who just walked away, I call dibs. The new guy, supposedly named Damen. And if either of you mutters a single word about this to Colton, I will know who it was as you're the only people that I'm telling, and I will f*****g end both of you as I see fit." I was almost too serious as I said it, but I wanted them to really gage the severity of the situation.     "So what do we do about Martha? You saw his arm around her! Unacceptable! Especially after yesterday." Piped in Tiffany, almost more excited than Rebecca that we can continue to be mean bitches. I turned to Rebecca, let a smirk fall on my lips as I said "You're my evil mastermind. Let me know what you can come up with by the end of the day. As for school, I want to know about ALL classes that you have with Damen. Understood?" I asked waiting for confirmation. Tiffany smiled and shook her head, while Rebecca also smiled and was twiddling her thumbs. Her brain already scanning different forms of social torture.     s**t, it seemed like she lived for this sort of stuff. Thank god I didn't ever really hang out with her. She was awful. She broke my thoughts when she muttered through her grin, "I probably won't need the whole day." And she turned to trail off behind them. She knew better than to do anything without my "Go ahead" but the thought of her following Damen around all day unsettled me.     I sighed as I took my notebook and pencils from Tiffany. "Lets go suffer through English." I said as we started our way to the class about words and sentences.     Class was torture. He wasn't there. Colton was, however. Giving us the perfect opportunity to talk before Mr. Johnson came shuffling into the room. Running late, as usual.     We always sat in the back row, or second to back row if Martha was also in that class. She took it upon herself to claim the back corner seat one day; wanting to make herself more invisible. When Rebecca first noticed, she had a field day. "Just because you sit in the back row does not mean that we can't all notice your giant head! And those goggles that you call glasses!" She said through laughter. Until today I never understood why we chose Martha as our main target all of these years. Before she was purely afraid of us, she was also polite. And unfortunately for her, she has never been in the attractive region of life. She would have been invisible without us, I always thought to myself. Picking on her felt like torturing a little helpless chipmunk. Any time I decided to use my authority in the past to demand that we leave her alone, Rebecca always seemed so disgruntled at the news. She would immediately come up with a funny idea of embarrassing her and claim that I weren't ready to be Queen b***h if I couldn't spare a few hearts to the high school gods.     The words always angered me, sensing that she thought that she should be Queen Bee. She was never going to take that title, and I tried to make sure of it. So yeah, we tortured Martha a few times a year. Just to keep a constant steady pace of fear in everyone's eyes and hearts. To keep my appearance strong and saying: "Don't f**k with me." A look that Martha has apparently missed quite a few times now.     I didn't realize how lost that I were in anger thinking about Martha that I had forgotten Colton sitting next to me. I didn't understand these feelings of hatred towards Martha. Sure, it might seem like I hated her before, but I always felt sorry for her. Even thought about baking her a cake or pie every now and again, however I never did.     "Hel-LO? Earth to Sarah?" Colton playfully said, breaking me away from my angry thoughts. "Sorry, stuff has been a little rough at home. I've just been lost inside of my brain." I weakly lied. He leaned over and touched my knee sending spasms of pain to jolt all throughout my leg. "Ouch!" I almost screamed. He quickly moved his hand and looked at me through worried eyes. "I'm sorry, I didn't know...well...whatever just happened. I'm sorry. But we need to talk."     His words made me shutter in my seat. Those were never good words to hear. He had to be breaking up with me. I sat up in my seat trying to hide to how livid I was, placing my hands on top of my desk on top of each other, now extremely annoyed. "Talk about what, love?" I got out through a fake smile. He stuttered for a second, staring at the floor. His lovely blonde hair falling in front of his face. "W-well, you know the new guy? Damen or something. I've heard that he's pretty attractive from a few females around here. I also heard that the two of you had a mega weird stare down in Trig yesterday. Should I be worried about anything?"     I was embarrassed by his words but also enraged. Who told him about that? Granted there were about thirty other people in the room who saw, but still. I felt like I were losing my edge as someone saw it as okay to snitch on me to my boyfriend.      My boyfriend. Wonderful Colton. Colton was amazing, and he stood by my side through all of these years. Based on loyalty and tradition, I should not break up with Colton. I shutter to think about how I would look to everyone if I did. Names like "skank" and "w***e" would replace the name that I've worked so hard to maintain for myself. Even if the typical names were already "b***h" and "cunt."     However I couldn't deny Damen's pull on me. The fact that it was taking everything inside of myself to stay put in class and not go wandering the halls looking for him. Feeling for him. Even considering that he might be with Martha.     If that were the case, I would have to kill her. Not her reputation, but her as a human. Where were these thoughts coming from? Surely he wasn't with Martha. No man who looks as gorgeous as him could possibly waste their time on a Martha Gobs.      I looked back to Colton who was staring at me with open eyes, waiting for an answer. I licked my lips before I lied, if I did have to break up with Colton, I would do it with some class. Not in the middle of English. He was a loyal dog, he deserved more.     "Yes, I saw him. He was insanely attractive. A stare down is making it seem like a huge deal. We looked at each other. Everyone else made it weird by claiming that we were lovers. However you have nothing to fear. Didn't you hear about him hanging out with Martha? I'm not sure why, but I feel like they might be dating." Thinking those thoughts made the heat rise to my cheeks.     He laughed to himself. "Come on Sarah, I know you a little better. You've always focused on staying on top, and if this guy is as dreamy as everyone says, I don't stand a chance. Plus, I know it bothers you that he's hanging out with Martha. Pretty disrespectful if you ask me, who does he think he is coming in here and establishing a new social order?"      It did infuriate me that he was hanging out with Martha, and Colton was correct. If I had to choose between Damen and Colton right now, I would choose Damen. I would have to, my mind and body would make me incapable of refusing him.     I looked at Colton's face, it appeared sad as though he could read my thoughts. Guilt washed through me realizing he was right, but this wasn't the time for a break up. I couldn't risk my social standing, but also as I previously stated, Colton deserved better. I would really like to be friends with him after, him knowing my second personality better than anyone. However I would understood if he wanted to keep some distance. It would take a strong person to stay friends with someone like me. Someone capable of ending a three year relationship over a new guy that they haven't even met. Among all of the other s**t that I have pulled at this school.      I looked at him and tried to make my eyes look reassuring as I said "Colton, I love you. More than anyone in this stupid place. Please stop worrying, we're the Golden Couple, remember?" I let a smile fall on my lips as I remembered everything I said to be true. He broke his somber face, letting me relax a little in my seat. One problem down for now. We finished our conversation as Mr. Johnson came into the room, ten minutes late while wielding a large black briefcase in one hand with a coffee in the other. The rest of the coffee appearing to be splattered on his white shirt. "I'm so sorry, students! Only the second day of school and I've been late twice. It's not out of habit, I assure you. It won't happen again. Now we'll jump right into it-The Great Gatsby. For the next few weeks-"     I found it impossible to listen to him as my mind and spirit kept leading to me Damen. His beautiful body, His tight clothing exposing it. His slightly ruffled and jet black shiny hair. The feeling of having his eyes pulling you in further and further until you can't breathe. I let my thoughts carry me through English, Colton never saying another word and paying attention for once as if he cared about Literature.     The only human contact that I had for the rest of the period was when a nerdy kid, I believe his name is Josh, handed my a folded up sheet of pink paper. I unfolded it to realize that it was a flier for a party at Tiffany's house. Tonight. Holy s**t, This was super spur of the moment. I wondered proudly if this was them already taking action against Martha, while also getting excited for a party. Parties were good for clearing your head.    When the bell rang, I felt my heart jump into my brain as if going downhill on a roller coaster. "Alrighty, See you guys tomorrow. On time, I promise." Muttered Mr. Johnson. I grabbed my backpack on the back of the seat and almost bolted out of the door, only slowing down when I realized that I didn't want to appear as crazy anymore.      When I shuffled with other students out of the narrow classroom door, I could immediately sense his energy around me. My body had entered into the first stage of the tinglies, letting me know that he was near.      I saw him as soon as one of my feet were out the door. He was exchanging books from his locker. Now I knew that his locker was in fact, in the English wing. I wondered if it would be too late to switch lockers.     Just putting a book inside of his locker, I could see the muscles in his arm flex. I felt the fire start to burn within my feet. I was just standing there like an i***t, staring at Damen with all of my eyesight. I tried to tell my feet "walk!" but they wouldn't budge.      Something inside of my brain clicked on with "Hey, get it together. Yeah, he's hot. You're hot too. You talk to a lot of hot guys. You're Sarah. You can do this." I played those words over and over again in my head until my feet finally started to follow them. Each step feeling like it weighed fifty pounds, I couldn't remember the last time I was so nervous.     I was also frustrated that I was the one who had to initiate this conversation, whereas Martha already had his full attention. f*****g Martha. I didn't realize that the anger boiling inside of me was actually just clouding my nervousness, until I was about two feet away from him. My face still red from pondering him and Martha, I stood there for a moment waiting for him to turn around and notice me.      He wasn't looking at me. In fact, he treated me like I was pretty much invisible. I looked at my right hand, bringing it to my face to confirm that I was in fact, there. When I put my hand back down to my side, his ears looked as though they had perked up.     I had to say something. Damn it. I had to be the one to fully initiate this conversation. I couldn't be the only one feeling this pull of attraction. There was absolutely no way. Unless I were right about him being a witch. A fact that I kept going back over, seeing as how I was in a total trance of his.     I gulped down the large balloon of air in my throat. I had to be confident. I had to make him want me. I had to find out what his plans were with Martha. Was he more like me than I thought, with an intention of embarrassing her? Or were they actually together? The thought caused my throat to turn sour and I let out a forced and very frustrated cough to gain his attention.     He looked to his left slightly and our eyes made contact. s**t, he was even more amazing up close. His skin was smooth and appeared soft, his brown eyes hiding a hint of gold. That beautiful black hair that I just wanted to run my hands through haunting me. I couldn't look at his chest without thoughts of my tongue being ran up and down it slowly. This reminded me of my dream last night, causing my already red cheeks to darken to an even deeper shade of red. I was now pissed off and embarrassed. This probably won't go well.     He didn't break his gaze and forced a smile onto his face, revealing those wonderfully white teeth. "Hi." He spoke. His voice flowed around me, pulling me in and calming me down just enough to further this conversation. I gulped for the second time and took a deep breath through my nose before responding with "Hello, My name is Sarah, and I want to know-"     He cut me off with a genuine smile on his face as he said "I know." If I weren't already thrown off balance, those two words would have wrecked my entire game. It wasn't surprising that he knew who I was. I was the prettiest and most popular girl here, everyone either wanting to kill me or f**k me. Wouldn't have been too hard for him to figure it out. Yet still, I felt like his words held more depth. That simple "I know." meaning that he knew so much more.      I wasn't saying anything due to being a bit flabbergasted by his response and willingness to interrupt me while I was speaking. "Well, Sarah, it's nice to meet you. I'm Damen." He said with the smile never leaving his face. That smile was wicked, and not the sort of wicked associated with a witch. I also hated the way that "Sarah" sounded coming from his lips. That was my ulterior name, yet it had never sounded more fake than coming from him. I couldn't let that thought bother me, I could still be under a spell.      I tried my hardest to glare my eyes and ignore the heat building up between our bodies as I responded with "I know. And you didn't let me finish. My name is Sarah, and I command that you stop hanging out with Martha Gobs. You're gorgeous and also blind to think that she would ever be in your league. So I'm putting a stop to it now."      His eyebrows raised and he paused for a moment taking my words in, before lightly laughing and turning to retrieve a book from his locker. I felt awkward. I wasn't used to this sort of reaction. Typically when I spoke, especially a command, actions quickly followed suit. Not with Damen. He was almost pretending that he didn't hear me.     Feeling a piece of blonde hair fall over my eyes, I couldn't see Damen clearly. And I needed all of my eye sight to do so the way I wanted, so I moved my right hand up to brush the escaped hair behind my ear. With my hand behind my ear, seeing him clearly, I saw him sniff the air before turning his head to stare at my hand. For a moment, his eyes became insanely dark, almost black with desire as he stared at my hand. "What the hell?" I was wondering to myself.     Feeling his dark and needful gaze on my hand sent heat and a burning desire through out all of me. His gaze making me want more. Needing more.     And with that thought I remembered my dream last night. The dream that lead me to have my hand in my panties, possibly even having a real orgasm. Not that I think what I experienced this morning could ever occur in a dream.     That's right, I had used my right hand. I was rushing myself out of the house so quickly that I didn't get the chance to wash my hands, however I have used hand sanitizer several times now, masking any smells or memories connected to my right hand. But if that were true, why was he staring at my hand, at me, like he knew? Could he read my mind? I didn't know much about witches, but with every small gesture he made, my mind traced back to that.     Hoping that he couldn't read my mind, I pulled my hand away from my face and shoved it into my pocket. His eyes watched my hand with the entire small motion that I had made. With my hand concealed, he smiled from ear to ear seeing the outline of my hand through my denim shorts. "Does he know? How would he possibly know that you had a s*x dream about him? He doesn't even know you." I was blankly staring getting lost within my mind while he took this moment to blink, causing his eyes to return to their normal shade of brown and gold.      "Well, I can't say that I wasn't warned." He teased, still half smiling as he continued, "As for Martha, no can do, Babe. She's my friend, and she's tutoring my stupid ass in Trigonometry. All Mathematics in general, really. She's fuckin' brilliant."     Tutoring? I figured that Martha had to be smart given that no one was unfortunate enough to both look like that and be stupid. But tutoring him? I cursed myself for playing stupid. If it weren't for that, I could openly be his tutor. His private tutor, even. I wouldn't ask him for any money, for what I wanted him cost no price. Other than a little sweat, that is.     And another thing, "she's f*****g brilliant." was standing out to me. Yesterday in Trig when Mr. Hunt had passed back our graded quizzes, I had seen Damen's paper in Mr. Hunt's hand. He got a 100%. He was already smart, he didn't need a tutor. And if he did, it should be me. Only me.     Selfish and possessive thoughts were roaring through my brain as I waited to find the right words to reply to him. I pressed my lips together before getting out "You're obviously lying. Whatever your intentions are with Martha, end it. Today. If you're trying to wreck her life, you might have noticed that my minions already have that occupation and she doesn't deserve any more ridicule unless she decides to keep hanging around you. Which I forbid. I can also tell that you're totally being bogus because I saw your quiz yesterday, and you're good at math."     For once in the conversation I had felt like I was winning. I grinned having noticed until Damen's eyes became dark again with his smile vanishing as he stood up to glare at me through judgmental eyes. Faster than I could even blink, he was standing in front of me, his arms on either side of my head less than a foot away from me. He was caging me in with his body and his heat. It was unbearable. Even looking at me with pure anger, he was still drop dead sexy.     I could feel his eyes upon my skin. My V started to tighten under his gaze, causing me to cross my knees together. He noticed this action, not helping the pool of wetness between my thighs. He spoke to me close enough so that I could smell his warm yet icy breath and feel it on my face.     "So are you." he said, his face void of any control. Again I found myself wondering "does he know?" I was sitting in front of him in class yesterday, maybe he saw my paper just as I had seen his. A thought that I had dismissed because I had purposefully gotten the right amount of answers wrong to land myself in the C- section. Not failing, not passing with flying colors. Just where I wanted to be.     But then why did his eyes say more to me than his mouth? His eyes spoke of a world where we were soulmates, a world where he knew the true me and even called me by Lenora. I was lost daydreaming in them for so long that I had forgotten that I was staring at a real live human being. The silence only broke when his sweet voice sang again, making my muscles weak turning me into a limp noodle.     "I don't like being bossed around. I've watched you for two days now and I must say that I'm impressed. Everyone bows to you. However, I won't. Goddess herself knows how beautiful you are, but your heart needs work. Why does my being around Martha bother you? Are you afraid that you won't be able to torture the poor girl with a strapping young man around her? Well guess what, princess, if you were thinking that, you thought right. Your days of messing with Martha are over. Finished. They won't ever even be brought up again while I am in ear shot unless that person wants their whole world flipped right the f**k upside down. Make no mistake of that. I am not involved with her in that way, nor will I ever be. I'm only here for you. However if any more embarrassment comes Martha's way, that will be the very last time that I speak to you."     His words were stern and they sent a shiver through the uncontrollable heat acting as an aura around my body. Just like my dream, I was losing his touch before obtaining it. I tensed up and got insanely scared that this was the last time that he would speak to me. I couldn't let that happen. I was still uncontrollably angry at Martha, but I agreed that it was time to leave her alone and let her socially die with some peace. I could do that. Easy. Never see Martha again, she gets to graduate happy, it sounded like a win-win for everyone.      Then I focused on the other things that he had said. "I'm only here for you." and "I've been watching you for two days." What did he mean by he had been watching me? For how long? How intensely? What exactly did this sorcerer know? And with whatever he did know, why was he here for me? Only me?     I needed to know what he was thinking. I had to know everything about him. Eating and sleeping no longer mattered while this man were roaming the earth claiming to be here "only for me."      He was still staring at me, waiting for a nod of agreement or an answer but I was too stuck on daydreaming about Damen's naked body hanging over mine. Him being so close and in this position made it very easy. He was almost snarling, growing impatient. The dominant and angry energy turning me on even more. Maybe I'm a bit masochistic.     My V was throbbing now, even with my legs pressed tightly together. I could feel my heartbeat in my thighs while looking into those black eyes. He whispered impatiently, close enough to feel his breath on my lips. "You gonna say anything, beautiful? Its really easy. Leave Martha alone, and you get me. Forever. I will worship the ground that you walk on, and make you cry tears of pleasure. Pleasure that you didn't know that the human body was capable of."     I had no idea what was going on with my body. His words had awakened my inner V and made her so wet that it was painful to do nothing about. I bent over slightly and held onto my pelvis, not sure what to do in this situation, just wanting to relieve some of the pain and need. Is this what blue balls were?     He watched me bend over in front of him. I couldn't take it anymore, feeling his eyes on me while my p***y throbbed of need for him, I couldn't control my throat and I let out a slight moan hoping it would relieve some of the torture. He had heard my moan and looked at my hands that were crushing my pelvis. And then he looked lower, as if he knew where the REAL source of my actions were coming from.     The smile returned to his face, his eyes still resting on my swollen V. There was no way I could answer him right now. Sure, I could leave Martha alone. I could even call off the hunt that I had sent Rebecca and Tiffany on this morning for her head. But I couldn't say any of that. I couldn't say anything. Whatever voice I had, had vanished. There wasn't enough air in my lungs at this point to even attempt to speak. I was so intoxicatingly stuck on having this man right here and right now, damn everyone else.     As if sensing my thoughts completely he leaned down so that he was again eye level with me. "Don't worry about answering me right now, beautiful. Kinda looks like you have a lot on your mind." He looked down to my V, and then to my hand still in my pocket before smiling, looking back up to my eyes and continuing "although, I'm sure that I can guess your reply. Which is that you'll leave her alone, because if not, I will end this relationship before it even starts. Something that neither of us really want. But I need to know that you're not stupid first, so at least tell me 'okay.' so that I know you understand me."     He had just distinctly looked at my V, and then my hand, and told me to "take care of that." Surely he wasn't suggesting that I masturbate. At school of all places! I've only ever done it the one time while half awake. But thinking about it now, my fingers did feel good there. Not as good as I imagined Damens to be, but they could provide some sort of release to get me through the rest of this day. But still, how did he know? There was no way that I could ask him.     Shocked at his demands and in no place to argue in this state, I swallowed air and licked my dry lips before letting out "O-okay." His smile returned and he leaned back, putting his arms to his sides, putting distance between the two of us. Between our little energy/heat field. The few inches he pulled away had really hurt. He had just said "before our relationship even starts." That meant that he wanted a relationship with me. Yet he was pulling away. But after one brief unpleasant conversation, he wanted a relationship with me? Thinking about that had my insides burst with excitement. He must feel it too. At least some of it. Probably not as intensely, seeing how calm and casual that he's acting. I wondered if he was always so sexually cool.     He ran his hand through his hair while smiling as he spoke, continuing to amaze me. "Don't worry about it, beautiful. There will be plenty of time for us to get to know each other later. In the mean time, you go take care of that-" he paused to point at my V region, the smile growing even bigger on his face. He leaned in close again to whisper the rest in my ear. "And then you'll sit with me at lunch." It was a demand, not a question.     It hurt Sarah's pride that he was being so demanding. He didn't take me seriously at all. He saw me for what I was, a big ass fake. However, no one had ever dared talked to me this way. No one other than Mary. I wasn't used to being bossed around and told what to do in school.     But then again, from Damen I didn't mind it so much. I didn't even want to protest him. If protesting meant pushing him away, I wanted no part of it. Maybe I had it all wrong. What if I didn't need a king this entire time? What if I were in fact the waiting princess, waiting for the handsome, intoxicating, dark prince to come to my rescue, ruling the kingdom with me by his side. Or on his lap. Or underneath him.      My thoughts were interrupted when he said sternly and loudly, "Damn it, answer me!" I hadn't even realized that yet again, I were making a dumb face and was staring blankly while daydreaming of Damen.     "O-okay. I-I'll s-sit with you." I had to choke the words out, his firm voice only awakening the beast within my sexuality. He said we would have plenty of time getting to know each other. I was counting on that for sure. I needed to explore his chest with my tongue, that was the first thing that I wanted to do.     He smiled at my pathetic answer. It looked as though he liked to be the dominating and bossy one like I did.     He was about to walk away leaving the lunch invitation the last spoken words between us, but we looked to our right at the same time and both saw Colton angrily making his way towards us. Panic washing through me, I thought the worst. Oh god, how much of that did he see? Damen wouldn't interject on an argument between Colton and I, right? Did Colton and I even argue? I was so unsure and lost in panic.     Damen broke me away from his thoughts by slightly grabbing my hand. His fingers were hot on my skin, the tingles starting where our skin touched and sending them all through out my body like lightening, a dizzy spell starting to form. "Hey baby, I'm gonna leave you now. I feel like this might something that you need to deal with on your own. I'll go save us a spot in the cafeteria while you break up with Count Doucheula." He pulled his hand away to start walking away before turning around with a dead serious face, eyes so dark that they appeared black.     "And one more thing. If he touches you, I will kill him." He pointed to Colton so that he knew that I knew exactly who he was talking about. Unable to speak any longer, the burning in between my thighs growing brighter at the thought of his touch being pulled away. I nodded my head up and down, never leaving his gaze. He smiled from ear to ear. "Good girl." He almost whispered before he took off down the hall to the cafeteria, leaving me hopeless and helpless, longing for him and to be in the lunch room. Where my dark prince would be waiting for me.     I was snapped back to reality as Colton was now in front of me, clearly angry. He was speaking through pursed lips in a tone so calmly that it was clear it had been rehearsed. "So, I don't have to be worried, right Sarah? Do you even know his last name? An hour ago you said that you loved me, and now you're practically f*****g a stranger in the hallway. I want to work this out with you, I really do. But I can't compete with Rico Suave over here, and I won't. I gave you an easy out this morning and you chose to lie to my face, and now I'm starting to think that you might be cheating on me as well."     His eyebrows raised as if he were finally getting the truth from me. I sighed for an extra long time, trying to let him know how boring this conversation had become. I threw my arms down in sarcastic defeat before answering "Colton, I'm on the welcoming committee. I was the first person that he met here. That's all. And we were not practically f*****g, if anything we were arguing. He's sort of an ass."     I was looking him dead in the eyes. People who lied typically couldn't look the other person in the eyes. But I could. As if reading my mind and seeing that I was lying, he turned to me with cold eyes and practically snarled as he said "well, no wonder why you two are getting along so well. You have something in common."     Hold up, did Colton just call me an ass? I felt the heat of lust in my cheeks get replaced by heat of anger within a matter of milliseconds. I was about to find out just who he thought that he was talking to in such an unforgiving tone. "Actually, if you must know Colton, I-" he cut me off by placing his hand in front of my mouth.     This sort of s**t was really starting to piss me off. What happened over night that made all of these men decide that it was okay to boss me around and to 'shush' me in such a rude manner?      "Look Sarah, my head feels officially messed with. I'm not getting any genuine answers from you, and I can't talk to that creepy f**k without wanting to kill him. I'm not feeling so hot. I'm gonna go home to think. Maybe go for a jog. I don't know. I'll see you at Tiffany's party tonight, we can talk more there. Please don't call me a million times or text me to ask if I'm okay. I promise you, I'm good. Just need a little 'me' time. You know?"     For some unknown reason, his words just continued to piss me off to the point of breaking and letting Sarah take the wheel. "Don't worry Colton, I won't call you. Or text you. Obviously you don't want such a w***e to get ahold of you. What with me touching someone else's hand and all. But thank you for judging me before even asking me my side of the story. And for not even bothering to ask if I wanted to go to the party with you. As far as us talking more, it will be when I am damn good and ready. But right now, the sight of you is making me want to sick rabid dogs on you, so any talking will be at my discretion. Now if you'll excuse me, this asshole has a friendly lunch date, with another asshole. Enjoy your 'thinking jog'".     I waved sarcastically behind my shoulder as I looked back to see Colton standing there with his mouth gaping open, legs motionless. Looking as lost and confused as can be. Serves him right after calling me an ass and assuming that I was cheating. Even though every cell in my body felt as though it were cheating when Damen was around, the most that had taken place between us was when he briefly touched my hand. I held the spot where Damen held onto earlier. The same hand that was knuckles deep inside of me this morning. The two events hopefully coexisting one day, I sighed out loud as I worked up the courage for each step taken towards the cafeteria.