I quickly try and finish the last few math problems on the test. My hand slowly starts to ache from writing too fast, but I just try and think about one thing keeping me on my toes.

My math grade.

As everybody knows, I'm not that good at math. I don't like it, it doesn't like me. We just don't get along, but I didn't know we had a test today!

I've been caught up on the whole situation in hand. I can't say my whole life has been a lie, but it almost feels like it.

I thought we were out of the gang for good. I thought we had the police in our side, helping us not be a part of it.

I thought we were free...

But now we're just back in another mafia gang, which we can't get out of.

Before I knew it, the math test is snatched out of my hands by the number one teacher I can't tolerate.

Mr. Smith

Oh no! I still had a whole page to do! Curse myself for not having the skill to multitask...

I widen my eyes in horror as he shakes his head at the empty last page. The whole class starts to slowly bring their attention out way, making me nervous again. Damon just gives that unusual stare like always, making me more nervous.

"Ms. Davis, do you not get enough sleep last night?" I then blush at the memory from last night. I look Damon's way, seeing him give me a small smile.

Last Night:

After I throw on some sweatpants and a tank top for bed, I go to the futon and set up the blanket and pillows for myself.

I know Damon said that he would take the futon, but I'm not accepting that answer. He's letting me stay here for as long as I need, eat his food, and now take his bed?!

No

I'm gonna let him keep his bed, and I'll take the futon. Final.

As I get done finishing the bed, Damon walks out of the bathroom with just basketball shorts on, his six pack on display. He does something on his phone while his other hand uses a towel, drying his wet hair.

Jesus help me...

When he looks up, he stares me, then the futon. He looks confused at this.

"What are you doing? You know I'm taking the futon, right?" He says while stepping closer. I can almost smell him from here. Almost. I clear my throat, trying to shale off the butterflies I get from him.

"I decided to sleep here." He raises a brow in surprise, smirking at me.

"Oh really?" He takes another step forward, becoming too close. I take a step back.

"Yes. It's bad enough I'm eating your food too. I'm sleeping here, period." I turn towards the futon, ready to lay down. Muscular arms wrap around my waist, lifting me in air. I let out a squeal when I'm dropped down on a comfy bed. Then Damon appears on top of me, caging me inside his arms.

His face is only inches away from my face, making me nervous. I look into his forest green eyes, while he looks at my brown ones.

He leans in more, as if about to kiss me and I close my eyes waiting for the kiss, but it never comes. I open my eyes to see him frantically looking between my lips then back to my eyes. I furrow my eyebrows.

"What's wrong?" He stops at my eyes. I don't kniw if I saw wrong, but I think I saw his cheeks go a little pink.

"I-I just..um.. can I kiss you?" I tilt my head to side, my face already burning up. His face starts to turn more pink.

"I-I just don't want to do it i-if you don't want to-" I raise my head, and give him a peck out of nowhere . He looks down at me in shock before lowering his head to kiss me again. The kiss is slow and passionate, just like how I imagined it. He runs his tongue over my bottom lip, and I open my mouth, not knowing if I'm doing this right.

He then moves down my neck, giving light butterfly kisses, making me want to moan.

"Use a condom!" I hear Nancy shout out from outside his bedroom door, making him stop. She chuckles before walking off. I turn my head away in embarrassment, but he turns it back with his hand. He caresses my cheek before giving me a peck.

"Goodnight love."