I slammed the door right in his face.

"Annalise! What is wrong with you!" He yelled through the crack of my door. It shook from the intensity and volume.

The nerve of this man!

"Wrong with me! What is wrong with you! What gives you the right to come to my house, unannounced, and ask what is wrong with me! You really dare to show your face here!" I yelled through the doorframe.

Well now I have my answer. This is how I will confront the situation.

"What the hell? Annalise, please open the godsdamn door so we can talk about this." Damien groaned out.

"No!" I yelled, my eyes fixed at the door. I could almost see his reaction through it, as if it was glass and not dogwood.

"Annalise I am not in the mood for your stubbornness right now." He sighed, frustrated. I could almost see him pinching the bridge of his sculpted, annoying nose.

Oh he's frustrated!

"And... I'm not in the mood to see your face ever again." I childishly crossed my arms.

"Annalise, please. I don't know why your acting so... absurd!"

"And I have a godsdamn good reason to!"

"Did you just... curse?"

"No."

"Yes."

"No!"

"Yes you did!"

"Get out Damien!" I banged against the door.

"Not until you tell me why you are so upset."

"Because you were making out with my fucking best friend!" I cursed again.

Woah... cursing is... exhilarating. It made me feel a whole lot better too.

There was silence.

I felt powerful for once.

"Annalise... open the door. Please." He sounded desperate. Longing. Sad.

Yeah well that's how I felt the past 72 hours.

Feels great doesn't it.

"No." I whispered sadly. Barely audible to even my ear, I didn't even know if he could hear it through the door.

"Well then," he sighed out with defeat. But I knew there was more. "I'm just going to sit here and wait for you to open the door. No matter how long it takes, your going to come out sometime Annalise." I shivered when he said my name. I heard him slump against the door, it rattled against his weight.

"I won't come out if your lousy arse is out there."

"How are you going to eat? Go to the bathroom?" He chuckled.

How could he laugh after we were just yelling at each other two seconds ago?

"I'll find a way. I have a window." I huffed out.

"You are one of the most stubborn women I have ever met. You will jump out a window if it means you don't have to look at me. That's a first."

"Your so conceited! This is the whole problem."

"I'm arrogant, sweetheart. There's a difference."

"Ugh- get out!"

"Not in a million years. I'm staying right here sweetcheeks." I could hear the smirk in voice.

"You want me to open the door."

"Yes."

"Why can't we talk it out through the door?"

"Because I need to see your beautiful face again. I miss it."

There was silence.

My breath was taken away.

And I didn't want to answer.

Now I'm even more confused.

"Yeah well- I don't want to see your cocky face. That's why I won't open the door." I childishly state.

"Annalise. Give me a chance to explain. I can make it up to you, I swear." He spoke again. I frowned lowly, hating the kindness in my heart for wanting to hear him out.

"I can't lose you when I just found you. Please, Annalise Woods." I could feel the passion in his voice, it felt so real and true.

I wanted to see it on his face.

I wasn't even thinking anymore. My hands had a mind of its own and slowly unlocked the door.

What I found was his piercing gray-blue eyes staring into my soul. Slowly tearing down my walls I built up, specially for him. The walls I spent hours on constructing crying in my bed.

I didn't like it one bit.

I glared at the floor, shook my head, and walked to my bed.

Now we are back to square one.

"Look at me Annalise. I hate when you look away." He reached for my chin. I shook it away.

"Yeah, the one time I couldn't do that was when Veronica was on your lap in your bed. I wonder how many other girls have been in that position, huh?" I snapped with a scowl. Confusion crossed his face.

"Annalise, let me explain."

"Fine then. You only get one chance though." I plopped on the bed. He walked around my room, examining the colors and the pictures on my walls. Some I drew, some paintings of my mother and I.

"You must really love your mother." He lazily gazed at one painting with a smile. I decided not to reply.

"I love mine too. I know your dad is out of the picture, and the funny thing is I sometimes feel like mine is too. I never see him nowadays it's as if he's not there anymore. He's just 'the King'. He makes me address him as the King around others, although I'm his son. Sadly we are always around other people when I see him, so I've never gotten the pleasure of calling him 'Dad'," he rambled on.

Was he trying to get me to pity him? To let him apologize? I didn't know what to say.

"Value your mother Annalise. Keep her close, you never know how much time you have with somebody. Always value a moment before it becomes a memory. Which is why I'm going to make it up to you."

"Why? It's not like we were dating or anything." I rushed out.

"Then why are you acting like we broke up?" His eyes flashed with a look I couldn't quite explain. I've never seen it on him before. It was new, different.

"I don't know Damien, but what I want to know is why you did it. Then I can be out of your way."

"You could never be in my way Annalise. I'll always be in yours."

"Just explain, stop the sweet talk." I snapped with a scowl, and looked back down at the floor.

"... I really hurt your feelings. I've never seen you this upset." He said with a frown. Damien fidgeted with his big hands, deep lines ceasing his forehead with worry. He muttered to himself and rubbed his temples.

"I was drugged. I don't know by who, or how, but I was drugged." He looked deep into my eyes. My green ones battled his blue in a war.

"You honestly expect me to believe that! I'm surprised you have already graduated fragit classes with that excuse!"

"It's the truth Annalise. I don't remember a thing and I wish I did. Do you honestly think I would make out with Veronica?"

"Well you did..."

"But do you actually believe I would do that sober? I was under influence and I don't remember a thing."

"What do you last remember?"

"I remember looking everywhere for you. You did a pretty good job hiding from me, from what I remember; I couldn't find you anywhere. I was so frustrated and Veronica told me she knew where you were, then handed me a drink. After that I was out and I don't remember an event past that."

"Then who drugged you?"

"I don't know. If I knew that, the person would be in big trouble right now. Especially because I'm making you feel this way." His blue eyes were so beautiful. Gold flecks were scattered everywhere, and a deep gray line circled the pupil. Right now they were cloudy.

"You made me feel this way. Don't blame it on the drug."

"Annalise, I can't explain how sorry I am. I would never do that to you, more now because I know it would hurt you this bad. To be honest... I haven't been with anybody since I met you." He held my shoulders in place. I didn't like the contact, I shrugged him off. He frowned at me and folded his arms, obviously not liking the lack of my touch.

"I also have a question for you, Annalise." His eyes held curiosity," why are you so upset?"

"Simple. My best friend made out with my other best friend." I answered abruptly.

But we both knew the true answer. I could see it in his eyes he didn't believe me. I didn't even believe myself. He was picking up my habits, my quirks too quickly. I was too much of an open book for him now; he somehow read the novel so quickly, though it wasn't supposed to be a short one. But we both knew we weren't ready for that kind of relationship yet. It was definitely progressing... but we need time.

"I will get to the bottom of this. And I'm sorry your best friend... betrayed you? I don't know," Damien continued.

"I mean we still aren't dating or anything," I rushed out. I wanted to make that clear for some odd reason. "It's not betraying if there wasn't something there in the first place."

"Yeah, of corse." His blue eyes held no emotion as they scanned my face.

Was I being too... harsh?

"Well, I have to get back to the castle. I know your still mad. But please forgive me, I don't want to lose you Annalise. I don't let many people in my life because I'm too afraid I will lose them... so please don't leave over this. I'll make it up to you," He smiled sadly and left the room.

Well that could have gone a lot better.