Stop Playing Innocent // COMPLETED

3 // Blush

"Maybe he was just shy?", Blake turns over his shoulder to look at me as I followed him in the line of moving students, piling the cafeteria food onto their red boards.

I scoff at his comment and grabbed possibly all of the sweet desserts and snacks that I could find, piling my board until no more space was left.

I and Blake got the same amount of food, expect his was all savory while mine sugar-filled.

The rest of our friend group has lunch detention for arguing with the principal over canceling the new 'Meninist Club' at our school, so it was just the two of us sitting next to the windows. I bite down onto a muffin, as Blake did the same with his sandwich.

"Asshole", I mutter.

"I get that sometimes."

"Not you. Damon. Damon's the asshole."

"Damon?", he repeats, "That's his name? Damon?"

"I know, he sounds like a cocky serial killer from the 90's", I roll my eyes with a smile.

"Then let's hope Craig was joking with the 'step brother raping his sister' thing he told us at lunch yesterday."

"Ew, stop. You really believed that?", I open a soda can.

"Nah, a virgin like you would most likely be the one raping your brother, instead of him coming at you", he takes another bite, "Cause you know, your thirst is real"

Pretending to cough, I loudly-enough-for-most-people-to-hear add, "Says the person who tried to hit on our chemistry teacher that one time in 8th grade."

"Hey", he stops me, looking around, "It was for a dare."

"Whatever you say."

We sit in silence for a little bit, when I sing a melody, "Oh, Ms. Alison~"

Earning a groan from him as I laugh.

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Coming back from a long day at school, I open the lock of our house door and let myself step inside with a yawn.

"Hey, mum?"

No answer.

Sighing, I set my bag down and call out again as I go upstairs.

"Mum, if you're still-"

I go inside of my room but almost choke on nothing when I see a figure laying on their stomach on my bed.

I take shy steps forward, going around the bed to get a view of their face. But am thrown back when I recognize it being Damon. His body spread out on my sheets and still wearing his clothes from yesterday for some reason.

Completely dazed from why he's in my room in the first place, I tower over him and bring my hands close to his sleeping face, clapping loudly in hopes of waking him up. He slowly groans, startling me, but turns his face to the other side, not at all awake yet.

Are you serious...?

Trying again, I shake him at the shoulders. He finally responds by swatting my hands away and turns over onto his back, sleepily looking through his eyes at the ceiling.