I sit with my hands in between my legs as I shift side to side. Anxiety has taken over my body as a million thoughts racket my brain. Where are we going? What are we doing? What am I going to have to do? I cautiously glance towards Damon's direction. His eyes are set on the road, one hand on the steering wheel and one on the clutch. I text my mom and tell her I'm going to be late and make up an excuse why. Sighing, I look out the window and watch the buildings and trees pass by. I zone out and soon the passing colors start to blur together into a black and white mesh. Damon's voice snaps me out of my sub consciousness.

"So, what do you have in mind as payment?"

My chest tightens, "You're not implying sexual payment...are you?"

For a fraction of a second, Damon's eyes widen and his breathing changes. But he's back to normal almost as soon as he had slipped.

"What? No," Damon laughs loudly, "I mean literally pay! How about you buy me dinner?"

"Oh, okay," I let out the air I've been holding.

Damon glances me out of the corner of his eye. He smirks then looks back to the road.

"So, where do you want to eat, princess?" I ask sweetly.

"Hmm, I'm feeling chick-fil-a."

Oh thank the Lord, he picked somewhere I like.

We pull up to chick-fil-a and walk inside. I order some chicken bites, but then Damon orders essentially the whole menu.

"Damn, are you really that hungry?"

"No, I just want you to have to buy all of it," he smiles malevolently.

"I hate you."

"Touché."

They call our order. We grab the four trays of food and go sit down. We don't speak at all while we're eating; what would we have to talk about anyways? After Damon finished three of his items he sits back.

"I'm done."

"You still have two trays full of food!"

"I never said I was going to eat all of it, love."

My blood's boiling now. I open my mouth to yell at him, but he stands with the trays and leaves the table. I watch him walk casually over to another table. It's a mother, maybe in her early forties, and four children. Damon talks to the woman, and then places the trays on her table. The lady looks shocked, then her face changes into a look of gratification as she mouths 'thank you'.

I sit, in awe of what I just witnessed. Did Damon Black really just do something considerate? He walks back over to our table and I drink him in.

"C'mon, let's go," he snaps.

Oh, mister blighter is back.

We arrive at the school and he parks next to my car.

I look over at him, "I guess we're even now?"

He smirks, "Hell no, I've only just started."

"What?! Well you know what, I'm ending it. You can't keep messing with me like this! You're an ass and aggravating and, quite honestly, just plain awful," I yell at him.

I swing his door open and start to leave. I get halfway out before I'm yanked back inside by my left arm. I fall back, my head hitting the driver's seat. And before I can react, Damon fists into my hair, holding me down with his other arm.

"What are you--?"

His lips press against my neck. I stop breathing, chills roll down my body in waves. He lets them rest there for a second before he begins to slowly kiss me. I can feel his lips pull at my skin as he pulls back. After what seems like an eternity, Damon moves his mouth to my ear, dragging his lips lightly on me along the way.

"Don't test me Scarlett," he growls, his voice husky.

He lets go, and I quickly get out of his car. My keys are still on the ground, so I run over and snatch them up. My shaking fingers fumble with the keys as I try to find the unlock button. Once I'm finally in my car I look back over to Damon. I can see his proud smirk clear as day through the window shield. He's enjoying my reaction, the bastard. Well, I'm not going to stand down and whimper in the corner like a scared puppy. I need to show him that he doesn't affect me (even though he does). So, I muster up all the courage I can find and become instantly calm and collected. I start to drive towards the exit.

Once I'm home, I fling myself onto the plush couch and recollect these most recent events. I stare up towards my white ceiling, then over to our TV. I watch its black screen while I try to organize my thoughts. My mom comes downstairs; she must've heard me enter.

"Hey honey, how was the library? Did you finish that paper?"

Oh yeah, my excuse.

"Yep! I got it all done."

"That's good, you hungry?" she asks.

I sit up and look over at her. She adorns typical girly pajamas, and her straight dark hair falls over her shoulders as she reaches into a cabinet searching for a mug. She smiles over at me, hazel eyes twinkling. We actually look a lot alike excluding that fact: eyes. I happened to pick up my dad's eyes, and I happen to regret to have picked up anything of his.

"No mom I'm fine."

I get up to leave, but she stops me in my tracks.

"What is this?" She points to my neck.

I look in the nearby mirror. A small hickey has formed where Damon kissed me. Shit.

"Oh...that? Yeah, when I got to the library, a mosquito bit me. I kept pinching it to relieve the itch, but I guess I did it so much it left a bruise."

"A mosquito, huh? You know it looks like--,"

"Wow, I'm so tired from writing that paper, I think I'm going to go to bed, night!" I say all in one breathe while jogging off.

I scramble upstairs before she can say anything else. If she looked at my neck any longer I'm sure she would've figured it out. I can't believe he did this! I leisurely undress and walk into my bathroom to take a shower. I aggressively wash my neck in an attempt to destroy the evidence. It obviously stays. Once I'm out, I dress and do the little amount of homework I have. My pale purple and cream room darkens as the sun sets. Colors bounce off my mirrors, transforming my room into a stained glass window. I crawl into my bed and slowly drift off into a deep sleep.