Hello Everyone <3

First of all, just to let everyone know, the youtube video I uploaded on here, is my bestfriend singing her original song. It kind of fits this part of the story well, so i had to use it! Check it out!!

I finally got Part 5 done, haha it took me a while though, lifes starting to get busy apparently. Like always I want to thank everyone who is voting and commenting, mainly the people who are commenting.

*stares at all the voters who didn't comment*

Haha But yah Thank you, and PLEASE if you like the story keep commenting! =) And to my 'Dangerously Forbidden' lovers, chapter 7 well be up by tomorrow! I know.. I'm slacking. Teehee.

But yah thank you guys, and I hope you like this part as well! <3

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-Krissy

P.S *A Random Thought* Have you guys ever noticed how the word 'Guy' Referres to a male, you no a boy or a man what ever. You never say 'Hey Guy' to a girl...And yet if you add an 's' to guy, it become 'guys' which can referre to both males and females. Weird eh?

Anyways... Back to the story!

Chapter 5

The sun was setting as I stared out my bedroom window. The sky was a breathtakingly beautiful shade of pink as the sun faded out of sight on the horizon. I let a loud sigh escape my lips as I thought about my day at school. I still couldn't decipher the mixed signals Damen had been sending me. Maybe there was a man code to crack to understand this type of behaviour?

After the little incident in the janitor's closet and the verbal warning from the bitch squad, I hadn't seen Damen for the rest of the day. He tried to tell me he liked me and denied Tiffany and Jessica's seductive advances; indicating I was more than just a conquest. But then, just when I thought maybe something could happen between us, he turned around and proved me wrong once again.

I walked over to my bed and flopped down with frustration. Ever since Friday night, I couldn't seem to get this stupid boy out of my head. I mean, sure, he took my virginity away, but that still did not reserve him a spot in my heart! Any guy who could treat a girl with such disrespect deserves nothing more than to be punched right in the face.

'TICK'

The sound of something hard hitting glass interrupted my thoughts as I rolled my head to the side and looked at nothing but the night sky through my window. Must of just been my imagination, I thought to myself as I went back to staring up at the ceiling; willing the answers to be written there or praying for a divine intervention.

'TICK'

The sound came again, causing me to spring up into a sitting position. I stared out my window as if expecting to see something. But, frankly, I was on the second floor so what was I intending to see? A blind woodpecker, who couldn't tell the difference between glass and wood, perched on my window sill chipping away at the glass? Yah, I highly doubt it!

At that precise moment, the sound came again for a third time.

'TICK'

Only this time, I had managed to see what was causing it as I watched a little pebble hit my window before gravity had taken over and forced it back down to the ground. I sat on my bed completely dumbfounded, staring outside with narrowed eyes. It took a forth pebble to tap against the glass; jarring me from my confused trance.

I jumped to my feet and ran toward the window, not exactly sure what I was looking for. At first, for no particular reason, I looked up to the dark night sky which was covered in bright stars. Eventually, my eyes found their way to the ground, deciding pebbles' falling from the sky was maybe a little too farfetched.

It took a couple of seconds for my eyes to adjust to the darkness, while slowly I began to see the outlines of everything in the yard. I could see every tree, bush, vehicle, person, flower-

Wait! Back it up a second! I thought to myself, A person?! What is a person doing in my backyard?

I looked down again, Oh. My. God! They're staring up at me!

I forced myself to calm down while trying to convince myself it was probably one of my brother's friends. They, most likely, didn't know that Trent and I had switched rooms a few weeks ago. I concentrated harder on the outline of the tall, wide being before realizing right away who it was.

Damen? I stared down at him with a wide-eyed gaze.

My heart skipped a beat as I gazed down at him lustfully. Although I wanted so badly to hate him and wished so deeply that he didn't have this power over me, it was impossible. No matter what I wanted, or what I wished, every time I saw him he always managed to leave me breathless and wanting him.

I shook that feeling off as I considered my options. My first thought was to shut my bedroom light off and go hide in my bed, under the covers until he gave up and left. I would have done it too if it weren't for the fact that he had already seen me and was waving fiercely like a caffeine-crazed crack head. Plus, I had a few not-so-nice words I wanted to confront him with.

I opened my bedroom window and stuck my head out as I began to whisper loudly down to him.

"What do you want?!"

"Come down here!" He whispered back.

"Why?!"

"Because I need to talk to you!"

"Well what if I don't want to talk to you?"

"Please just let me explain!" He was looking up at me with pleading eyes.

If it had been any other guy, or if the past couple days hadn't happened, I probably wouldn't have even went to my window in the first place. And I definitely would never even think about doing what I was just about to do. Except it wasn't just any other guy, it was Damen. And the past couple days had happened. Plus, as much as I hated to admit, I couldn't say no because Damen already had me wrapped around his finger; ready to pursue any wish he commanded.

I rolled my eyes before sticking my hand out and pointing my index finger at him in such a way of saying, 'one second'. I looked up at the large tree which towered over our house. I wondered how my brother managed to scale it in order to sneak out on countless occasions. This tree was actually the reason as to why Trent and I were forced to switch rooms in the first place.

My brother repeatedly snuck out of the house using the tree and ran off to parties and other forbidden places, according to my parents. They had decided that the room with the latter-like-tree would be better suited for me, seeing as I was a loner anyways.

Where was I going to run off to, the library? Or out for a midnight slurpee?

I saw a branch that was only inches away from the left side of my window and decided that would probably be the easiest escape route. I climbed out my window and crawled onto the branch, finding my way to the bottom of the tree with ease. I was about three feet from the ground when I felt Damen's arms grasp my waist. My stomach fluttered the same way it always did when he touched me and my heart sped up. He lifted me up in the air and then placed me gently on my feet. I still stumbled a little bit, but that was because my knees had gone weak and rubbery from being near him.

The second I caught my balance I turned around to face him, anger from this afternoon still lingering inside me. Suddenly, without any second thoughts, I pushed him hard in the chest with every ounce of strength that I had. He must have been expecting it because, even with all the strength I had in me, he had barely even flinched.

I tried again and again, and then one more time. Each time I got the same result, which was nothing! A half smirk had taken over Damen's face as he watched me in amusement. I huffed loudly as I finally gave up. I folded my arms against my chest and glared at him.

The smirk finally faded from his face as he took a step closer to me.

"Look Stasee-"

I cut him off before he could go any farther, "Stop Damen! Just stop."

"But-" he tried again.

"But nothing!" To my surprise my voice was stern, "You did it to me again! You just left me sitting there; you left me with those bitches!"

"I know...and I'm-"

"Sorry?" I asked. "You're always sorry, well guess what Damen! Sorry's mean nothing if you don't actually mean them!"

I watched his eyes lower from looking at me to staring at the ground. He occupied his hands by playing with the hem of his shirt. I had so many other things I wanted to say to him. I wanted to keep yelling at him and telling him exactly how all of that made me feel. I wanted to so badly, but as I stood there watching him a knot had formed in my stomach and all I wanted to do was comfort him.

Wait! I shook my head, confused by my own thoughts. Comfort him?

He was the one who was supposed to be comforting me and yet there I was, near seconds away from apologizing to him. Seriously, how did he manage to turn all this around on me and make me feel like the bad guy?

I walked up to him and placed my hand on his shoulder as I watched his head slightly lift up. We both just stood there; staring into each other's eyes. We stayed like that for a while until Damen finally broke the silence.

"Look Stasee, I know I messed up..." he said before adding, "Again. But I want to make it up to you and that's why I came here."

"Oh yah?" I removed my hand from his shoulder, once again folding my arms. "And how do you plan on doing that?"

"It's a surprise..."