Damon continues to walk towards the sidewalk, still oblivious of me. I want to make my presence known, but no words come out, I'm still in shock. What the hell is he doing here? He has to know I go here; but, honestly, I don't remember ever telling him. Maybe he really doesn't know? Well he'll know soon enough.

I start taking long strides in his direction, anxiety pumping through me the whole way. We haven't talked at all since that night, therefore nervous is an understatement as to what I'm feeling. Yet, I walk anyways. I finally get close enough, but he's now looking down at his phone. Once I'm in easy talking distance I finally let out,

"Damon?"

He glances up, I think surprised that someone here would know his name, but when he sees me that surprise enhances. My presence throws him off-guard, and I'm about to smile, waiting for him to scoop me up in his arms, but his next reaction rips everything good I was feeling away: he simply scoffs and brushes past me without the courtesy of a hello.

If I was shocked before, I should be in cardiac arrest by now because that blew it out of the water. My knee-jerk response is anger, and I don't hesitate to show it.

"What the hell was that?" I 180 and yell at him.

He doesn't respond, just keeps on walking ahead. I jog up to him and yank his arm so that he has to face me. He stares at me blandly, as if I'm boring him.

"You can't even say hello to me?"

"What's the point?"

I don't even have anything to say to that. I don't have anything to say remotely over his entire reaction actually. I'm baffled, dumbfounded, and completely confused. I know I left while we were on bad terms, but I figured he'd missed me just as I've missed him, if "missed" is even the right word to describe how I've felt.

"It's like the first time we met all over again," I mumble more to myself, but he hears anyhow.

"It might as well be, you know with me being not good enough and all."

That cheap shot hits me the hardest. He's still angry at me, after all these weeks. I feel my own anger start to boil up, I'm the one that should be mad at him, not the other way around. He refused to step up, even with our relationship--if that's what you even want to call what we had--on the line.

"That's a low blow Damon," I hiss, "You know I didn't mean it like that."

"Doesn't matter anymore because I'm over it...and you."

My fury and hurt rise and start blending into a mess of emotions, "Then why are you here, huh? You had to have known I was going to school here!"

"Actually, I didn't, but it's been lovely chatting with you Kitten."

"Don't you dare call me that, you've lost that right."

"Is everything all right?" I hear Levi's voice interject.

Damon and I just stare at each other, both of our faces void of emotion; however, the difference is I'm a tornado on the inside.

"Just peachy," is all I say before storming off, Levi desperately trying to keep up.

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Damon's POV:

I watch Scarlett walk away as a sense of hollow accomplishment washes over me. I've finally struck back after her little stunt that night, yet why do I feel so disappointed in myself? However, all my various emotions converge into a single pit of rage as I watch that prim-and-proper prick scamper after her like a lost puppy. Who is he anyways? I feel my fist involuntarily start to clench, and I have to harness all my will power to simply turn around rather than go grab him by his perfectly ironed collar.

I scowl. It doesn't help my defensive case that she looked damn beautiful too. The sun has kissed her skin, adding a warm glow and pronouncing her sea-blue eyes. I just wish I was here earlier to watch the transition.

To be honest, I did know she would be here. My parents had told me because they've been urging me to apply here since it's close to my brother's firm, so they thought enticing me with the idea of Scarlett would convince me. Well it did, and I hate them for their manipulative minds because the last place I'd want to go to college is near my brother, and they know that.

I keep walking until I find the administrative office to direct me to my dorm. As I'm following some bubbly blonde who's more than excited to be able to give a tour, I can't help but wonder if enrolling here was a mistake. What did I expect to happen, for Scarlett to just forgive me and continue on where we left off without a title or anything solid? No, and I'm stupid to think that, because I still don't, and won't, see any point to a relationship.

Also, I don't think my little stunt back there helped my case whatsoever. A mix of emotions runs through me, but mainly I'm just annoyed with myself for lashing out. I might as well call it quits because she's never going to forgive me now. But I swear, if any guy even sniffs in her direction, I may lose it.

Especially if they're goody-two-shoe, polo-shirt-wearing sleazeballs.

The tour takes longer than I thought it would, and by the time I reach my room it's late into the evening. I click open the door to my room, knowing all I really need right now is some rest. I greet my roommate, another freshman named Simon, and grab some things to go wash up. I walk down the hallway to the bathroom, but stop before the entrance as voices ricochet off of the walls.

"So who's that new chick I've seen you trying to snag?"

"Actually, she's not really new, she's an ex."

Disregarding their conversation, I walk inside the heated room, slightly steamy from a procession of showers. Three guys are standing towards the back, the one who just answered about his ex has his back facing me and the other two are looking at him. I walk over to the sink first to brush my teeth and continue to eavesdrop because, well, the room is echoing each word and it's kind of hard not to.

"Have you gotten her to spread it for you yet?" A different guy asks, snickering.

I smirk at his comment. Reaching for the handle, I place my toothbrush underneath the faucet ready for the oncoming stream of water.

"No, I never even did that with her before, it was back in high school and she was always a prude then too, but she's even more stubborn now. I think I broke through the wall she put up against me tonight a little though."

"What's her name?"

"Scarlett White."

The handle in my hand snaps off of the sink, and my knuckles are white from grasping it so hard. I look into the foggy mirror, and even through the steam I can see the rage radiating off my face. I turn around so fast I have to catch myself, and, sure enough, it is the polo-shirt-wearing guy from earlier, just now he's in sweats. I drop the now broken sink handle to the floor, and it bounces against the tile with a shrill ring. The threesome doesn't seem to notice, which is fine with me because at least it'll still come as a shock when I march over there and beat that shit's ass. However, my actions are halted by a simple question.

"Doesn't seem like you have much control over this one, huh Levi?" One guy asks, laughing.

Polo-shirt--Levi now--balls his fists.

"I have plenty." he states coolly.

"Yeah, if by plenty you mean the same amount of shag you're getting from her."

Both of them laugh at that one and Levi snaps. His fist suddenly crashes into the stall next to them, putting a large hole into the wood. The two others both jump from the unexpected violence, then look back to Levi, pissed.

"What the hell man!"

"Just shut the fuck up and quit talking like you know everything!"

"Okay, jeez, it was just a joke! Calm the fuck down."

They both walk out, leaving Levi alone. He removes his hand from the stall and simply stares at the bloody mess that is his palm. He just stands there, staring, but then a hint of a smile starts to tug at the corners of his mouth before he turns and leaves, never noticing me.

As much as I loathe the bastard, I'll have to put his beating on hold because, more than anything right now, I'm concerned for Scarlett's safety and I need to warn her.

Fast.