Why me? (boyxboy)

Chapter 12 (New)

Damien p.o.v.

After we came up with a plan on how to get Jordan and Ivan together we separated to go find him. I went to look in the dance area, Jordan went to the kitchen, and Zane went outside. Those were the three main places the teenagers were at, so hopefully he will be in one of those.

I walked onto the dance area and looked around. There were lots of people dancing which made this really difficult. I started maneuvering around the dance floor looking for him. When people started to notice it was me they started to come up and wish me a happy birthday. They then talked about hanging out and stuff which basically translated to I wanted to hangout to become popular. Some girls started flirting with me which I did back or else people would seem suspicious.

As I talked to one blonde haired brown eyed cutie a hand grabbed my shoulder and tugged it. I turn and see Eros dragging me away from the people and towards the ballroom where most of the adults were at. The ballroom was soundproof, so none of the loud music would disturb them. He finally stopped near the window and said, "I know what you guys are planning and I'm warning you to stop."

I scoff at him. Does he really thinks he can stop me like that? "Eros I understand that you are looking out for him, but trust me what we're doing is going to be good for him," I say.

"I know your intentions are good, but not tonight. He's been through a lot and he doesn't want to hear Jordan apologize. He knows that Jordan doesn't like him. Him apologizing tonight will just make the pain worst," he tells me.

I almost laugh at how wrong he is. I was going to just say trust me and leave, but then I realized who I am talking to. Knowing him he will probably block any of us from getting anywhere near Ivan. "Arrows, that is not what were doing," I tell him. He frowns in confusion and he tilts his head. I then start to explain a bit. "Jordan is going to apologize, that part you got right, but then he is going to ask him out. Jordan really likes him too."

Instead of seeing relief or happiness on his face, he rolls his eyes and mumbles something about my type being idiots. "Demon, especially don't do that. All it will do is push Ivan away and make both of depress. Ivan will think Jordan is only doing it out of pity and Ivan will turn him down. You know Ivan. That is exactly what he's going to do. Hell, that's what I would do."

That's when I actually started to think about it. Eros is kind of right, Ivan is prone to think people only do things for him, because they pity him. It took month for me to convince him I wanted to friends with him and not just pitied him. After what happened, something like this could make him think it is a pity date. Though I there is still the fact that they could possibly be mates, so maybe that will sway him.

"en....Damien....DAMIEN ARE YOU LISTENING," Eros yelled at me. I try to give him an innocent smile. He holds the arch of his nose and closes his eyes. "You so infuriating sometimes," he mumbles.

"I can hear you you know," I say.

"Oh now you can," he counters.

"Shut up."

He smirks knowing he beat me before giving me a serious look. "Damien if Jordan likes him, try waiting till at least tomorrow. That way he won't be as emotional."

I open my mouth to argue back, but another voice stops me. "Damien," my grandfather greets giving me a big bear hug. "Grandpa," I greet back hugging him. "How've you been?"

"I've been great. Though I got a little bit of magia clogging this last week," my grandpa says.

"I'm sorry to hear that, hopefully you'll get over it soon." Magia clogging is a common sickness you get when you get older and have used magic for lots of years. The sickness usually last a couple weeks or so. It makes the person not be able to use spells they've casted a lot. So for example if you casted the same sleeping spell for years and you get it then you can't use the spell for a while, but if you know another sleeping spell you can still use that. That's why people recommend casters to learn different spells.