Chapter 20 : Make Him Jealous

Damon's Pov

"I look hot," Harley's voice breaks my thoughts. I snap my gaze to the right to see him modeling in the mirror, smoothing out his hair while winking at himself. I clear my throat making him spin around.

"Not so fast. Your hair jells melting," I joke and chuckle. He glared at me and fixes his tie that's hooked to his suit. I'm surprised he even remembers how to put one on considering he doesn't go on dates.

"Why didn't you decide to wear a tuxedo?" He asked while fixing the cuffs on the jacket. "I'm going half," I said standing up and walking to the mirror, standing next to Harley as he continued to flex.

I wore a black pants suit and a white button-up shirt, with the sleeves, rolled up, a simple black tie, pairing it with black and white converses. Just a simple outfit because it's not like it's prom or anything.

"We do look hot," I said looking in the mirror and nodding my head in approval. Harley nodded his head in agreement, "I told you. Girls are gonna have wet dreams tonight," He winked and walked across the room and grabbed his phone as I stood there with a smirk on my face.

"Well, let's go. Our ladies are waiting for us," He opened his bedroom door waiting for me.

"You have a date?" I ask in disbelief.

"Yeah. With three different girls," He smiled and I laugh, fist-bumping him. "Good luck with that," I smirked as we made our way downstairs.

As we walk into the living room, I saw Kate and harmony standing by the front door with a camera in hand, looking through it.

"Hey," I heard a soft voice say from behind me. Turning around, I see Scarlet. I smile softly while eyeing her up and down. She looked hot—- no beautiful actually.

"Hey, you look great," I force myself to smile. I don't understand why it's so hard. Scarlet grinned at me and wrapped her arms around my neck, kissing me slowly. I return the kiss and flinch when I didn't feel anything. No spark.

It used to be there, I don't understand.

"You look very handsome," She whispered and traced her finger over my jawline while biting her lip. I give her a small smile and a kiss on the forehead before pulling away.

I wonder what Hermione looks like.

I should probably talk to her. . .

"I should go get Hermione," I say to everyone and turn to walk up the stairs when I glanced from the corner of my eyes to see scarlet with a slight frown. I don't want her thinking somethings going on, so I turn around and give her one of my charming smiles making her blush.

Making my way downtown- No I'm kidding, but that did make me laugh to myself. I make my way down the hallway, in front of her bedroom door to see it slightly open. Glancing inside, my jaw drops and I felt my heart skip a beat.

Wow.

I eyed her slowly from head to toe and groaned lowly. Fuck! She looked gorgeous and that dress was not making things any better for me. It showed so much skin and I couldn't help but imagine myself running my fingers over every inch of her smooth skin. Shit! No, I can't think like this. I shake my thoughts away before walking in slowly.

She didn't notice and continued to stare at herself in the mirror. So many emotions were going through her mind and wondered what they could be. She is filled with so many secrets, I wanted to know them all.

I slightly smile at a little memory of us. When we used to share secrets that not even our friends knew about us. I always wondered what happened to that. When did we become so distant?

"I don't even recognize myself, " she whispered to herself and ran her fingers over the dress. It was tight around her amazing curves and I couldn't help my mind as it went to different places. Squeezing my eyes shut for a few seconds, I reopen them.

"You look beautiful," I finally speak while leaning on the door frame. She jumped and spun around. I eye her up and down again, a groan escaping my lips at the front sight of her.

I cover it up with a smirk as I watched her gaze me up and down while biting her bottom lip making me groan again. "Stop doing that," I stared at her intensely.

"What?" She whispered and met my eyes again, "Damon leave," She sighed and turned back around facing the mirror.

Slowly, I walk up behind her and continued to stare at her through the mirror. As the light from the mirror glowed on her skin, I ran my finger down the side of her arm slowly and her breath hitched.

She really has no idea how beautiful she is.

"This dress. It's beautiful on you, but very tempting," I whispered into her ear, my lips almost touching it. I place my hand upon her waist and she sucks in a breath, shivering at my touch.

"Please Stop," She choked out, looking down at the ground. I spin her around so she was facing me, as I placed my other hand on her waist, I move my face inches closer to hers.

"Now why would I do that? Hm, muffin?" I whispered while staring at her plump pink lips. I found myself getting lost in a daze and I just couldn't help myself. I started moving a bit closer towards her face, leaning in, wanting to feel her lips pressed against mine. Suddenly, she pushed me away making me stumble back.

"What are y-you doing?!"

I ignore her and grab ahold of her wrist, not tightly as I lean back in, she slaps me across the face catching me off guard.

Unexpectedly, I yanked her arm; maybe too roughly, glaring at her for smacking me.

"Damon stop please!" She choked out with watery eyes. "Y-You're hurting me," She whimpered Loudly with tears streaming down her face. This caught my attention and finally, I snapped out of it. I let go of her wrist immediately and step back, widening my eyes as she backs away in fear.

No. Don't be afraid of me, please. . .

"I-I didn't mean it," I choke out immediately regretting those words. Sorry?! That's all you have to say after you just hurt her?! What is wrong with you?!

She continued to stare at me wide-eyed as I glanced away from her face and at her wrist. I frowned and clenched my jaw tightly when I saw a red mark.

She grabs the upper part of her arm, above her wrist and hides it behind her back, whimpering in the process. I noticed the ton of emotion running through her eyes and it for some reason broke my heart. Not just because of what I did, because for some reason I wonder about her all the time when I'm here or somewhere else. She is just always on my mind.

Did I really just do that?

Walking up to her quickly ready to tell her how sorry I am, I try grabbing ahold of her hand but she flinched and backed away from me. Shit!

"D-Don't touch me," She whimpered again and quickly ran out of the room, leaving me in shock and regret. Balling my fist, I suddenly had the urge to punch something. I hate myself. I didn't mean to hurt her I- ugh!

After a minute or two of me mentally fighting myself, I make my way back downstairs and into the living room. Everyone stood there taking some pictures. My eyes roam the room until they meet with hers. She stood by the entrance of the kitchen, holding her wrist while biting her lip.

I really didn't mean to hurt her. . .

"Damon you're here, good. Group picture time," Scarlet grabs ahold of my hand, pulling me over towards everyone as harmony pulled Hermione. She hissed but tried to cover it up as a cough.

After a ton of group pictures, it was time to go.

* * *    *    *    *

• Hermione's Pov •

"Hey, You good?" Scarlet asked, pulling me by my arm away from everyone. I nod my head and give my best fake smile. But knowing Scarlet, nothing gets past her. She frowned and grabbed my bruised wrist making me hiss.

"Hey, you're not ok. What's up?" She asked softly as I pulled my hand away. I still can't get it through my head. . . He hurt me, he actually hurt me.

Did he mean to do it?

My left wrist is red and it hurts like hell. It's like the hulk squeezed my wrist! I just never thought Damon was that type of person. And everything that's happened with. . . Ugh, I don't even wanna say his name. Every night when I close my eyes, I see him. It's awful and sometimes it's hard to even sleep.

"I'm fine, Scar. Just nervous."

"You're my best friend. I know when something's up," She said with worry written all over her face. I felt bad for not telling scarlet everything, But I don't want her worrying about my stupid problems.

"Scar, I'm serious. I'm totally fine," I give her a small but painful smile. That's one thing I'm good at, hiding the pain. It's more painful having to hide it from the people you care about most through.

Looking over Scarlet's shoulder, my eyes meet with hazel ones. Those eyes that make my insides go crazy. I look back at scarlet who stared at me unsure if she should believe my words or not.

"Okay, I believe you," She sighed. I let out a breath of relief as everyone leaves the house to pile in Harley's car while I quickly and quietly ran through moms purse for some foundation.

"What are you doing?" I nearly jump out my skin and turn coming face to face with my mom. "Sorry, mom I just—"

"What happened to your wrist?" She quickly grabs it making me hiss in pain. "I banged it on the door. It's nothing," I assure her. I hate lying to my mom, but I don't want her to worry.

"Jeez you are so clumsy," She shakes her head and smiles. "Do you want some ice?"

"No, I'm ok I promise," Mom wraps her arms around me before kissing my head. I smile and sink into her. Her arms make me feel like everything is going to be ok. "I love you have fun," She said, flashing me her amazing smile.

"Love you too mom."

* * * * * *

"Wow. This place looks amazing," Scarlet squeals, practically pushing past us to admire the scenery. "Eh, it's alright," Harley's said shrugging his shoulders making me roll my eyes.

"What's up with you sis? You haven't said anything the whole ride," He raised an eyebrow. I glance at Damon who stood a couple of feet away from us, staring at my wrist confused.

"Nothing, just thirsty."

Mom helped me put some of her foundation on my wrist to make it not noticeable. I hope it stays un-noticeable the entire night. Looking back at Damon, he looked back at me with regret in his eyes. but I ignored him. Walking away from everyone, I walk to the snack table and grab a plastic cup, pouring some punch into it.

As I take a good look around, I noticed people giving me curious looks. Guys were eyeing me sexually and girls were giving me disgusted and unapproved looks. I knew this was too much! I shouldn't have come!

"Whore alert," I roll my eyes and grit my teeth. Suddenly, I become nervous and wish I could just disappear right about now.

"What can I do for you, Joslin?" Well, more like 'what can I not do for you.' Looking up from my cup, Joslin stood in front of me with a cup most likely filled up with alcohol. She had her hand on her hip, staring me up and down with so much hatred.

She has her hair wrapped into a neat bun. She wore a pink strapless tight, and a short dress that stopped at the middle of her thighs. I glance at her shoe wear and wasn't surprised. She wore silver high inch heels, and her face was caked with so much makeup, she looked like the clown emoji.

So, no dress code? Okay then. . .

"What are you wearing? a rag?" She chuckles at her own joke and eyed me one more time before sipping her drink.

"No, I know. You're wearing whore tonight. You know it's pathetic that you think dressing up like that and coming here would change things. You're still ugly," She snorted while taking a few steps toward me. I glanced down at my cup, squeezing it a little. Oh, how I want to say something so bad. God, I'm so pathetic.

"Leave me alone," I said but it came out more like a whimper. "So, so pathetic of you to think that," She shook her head slowly and took a piece of my hair, twirling it around her finger. She eyed my attire slowly before sighing, yanking my hair some and letting go.

I bite down on my lip and sit my cup down on the table before it could fall from my hands. My attention turns to Damon who sat across the room, laughing with his friends as scarlet sat comfortably on his lap. It's like he forgot about everything.

"Damon Conway? You're joking, right? As if he'd ever notice you," Joslin said, her eyes following across the room.

Why is she still here? Haven't I heard enough of her hurtful words already?

"Well, we grew up together. So I'm sure he knows me," I mumbled before biting down on my lip hard. I did not mean to say that out loud. Great now she's gonna make fun of me or think I'm delusional.

As I glanced at her to make sure she didn't hear a word I said, She already stood there staring me in disbelief.

"Yeah, right. You grew up with thee Damon Conway? Yeah, ok and I know Grant Gustin. That's hard to believe," She shook her head before taking a sip of her drink, "Just because he's friends with your hot ass brother and I mean hot, doesn't mean you need to make up lies to try and make your pathetic life great," She folded her arms and rolled her eyes.

Ew did she just call my brother hot?

"And he's dating your little friend, right? That's too bad. I could have had him wrapped around little my finger," She bites down her lip while staring Damon down. I roll my eyes and grit my teeth together.

"Your friend should watch him. I may work my charm and have him falling to his knees if you know what I mean— what am I saying? Of course, you don't. I'm sure you haven't been with anyone," She sarcastically pouted her lip at me. I felt myself blush and continued to stare at my surroundings.

"She can't tie him down like a dog. Who does she think she is?" Her eyes moved from me to scarlet, giving her a look of revolt.

"You jealous?" I mumbled.

"Shut it, worthless whore. I see why no one wants you. You're ugly and worthless." She then walked away swaying her hips unattractively. I felt my lip tremble and I stared at my shoes.

Am I really that ugly?

Sighing, I walk over to a random table where two girls sat talking. I slightly smile at them, sitting down. I was kind of hoping they would smile back but all I earned was an eye roll before they stood up, leaving me alone.

Alone. That's ironic.

Wow, aren't I popular?

"Hey beautiful stranger," A familiar voice broke my pathetic thoughts. Looking up, I saw Brett. And can I just say he looked really good? Not as good as Dam—nope not going there!

I slightly smile at him then turn my gaze back to the ground. From the corner of my eye, I saw him grab a chair, sliding it in front of me before sitting down.

"Hey, what's wrong?" He asked softly, grabbing my chin and making look into his grey eyes.

"Nothing I'm fine."

Fine.

Wow. I say that a lot don't I?

"Your eyes tell me something else. You're too beautiful to frown," He started rubbing his thumb across my chin just below my bottom lip softly. A blush appears on my cheeks as I take in his words.

"Stop calling me that."

"What? beautiful? It's true," He said looking into my eyes making me look away and sigh deeply. I am so tired of hearing that word. Hearing laughter a couple of tables away from where Brett and I are sitting, My gaze lands on the same table people sat surrounding Damon and scarlet.

As I stared at him I couldn't help but think, gosh I hate that I'm in love with him. I hate that he makes me nervous, I hate that he makes me blush!

I've been wishing and dreaming I was beautiful as scarlet since forever. I mean, I see why guys love her so much, especially Damon.

He chose her in a heartbeat. . .

I frown watching them be happy.

Why can't I have that?

"You're worthless." Joslin's words run through my mind like an echo. It doesn't help. It just makes me feel even worse about myself then I already do. I mean, she's right. She's always been right I guess.

"Minnie, what's up with you?" Brett broke my once again pathetic thoughts by grabbing my hand and interlocking them. As he did, I couldn't help but flinch a little. But I didn't mean it. . .

"Hey I'm not gonna hurt you, " He whispered softly staring at me worryingly. He squeezed my hand a bit making me relax some.

"I-I know. I'm sorry."

"Come dance with me. It'll make you feel better," He smiled standing up and tries pulling me with him but I began shaking my head rapidly.

"I can't dance."

"Neither can I. But if it's with you, I'd take my chances to embarrass myself anyway," He winked, holding out his hand for me to grab. Smiling softly, I grab ahold of it.

Brett pulls me by my hand onto the dance floor as a slow song comes on. I stood there awkwardly, watching everyone else dance with their dates. They make it look so easy.

"Here. like this," Brett said, putting both of my arms around his neck then he puts his arms around my waist, pulling me closer and I mean really close. The position made me blush of course. I'm starting to really think I have a blushing problem.

"Then you just move side to side slowly to the song," He spoke softly almost as if he was talking to a baby. And honestly, I didn't mind it at all. It calmed some of my nerves and made me forget about Joslin and her hurtful words. I'll probably remember them by the end of the night, but I'm glad I could forget about it just for now at least.

I repeat his words in my head but soon stop, realizing I must look ridiculous. Brett laughs lowly showing his straight white teeth.

"No don't stop, you were doing great!" Hesitantly I began to move again. I moved side to side slowly as Brett told me. When I would lose my rhythm, he would tell me I was doing great and guided me through it. Soon I started getting the hang of it.

Huh, I guess I'm not that bad.

Looking over Brett's shoulder, I saw Harley. He was across the room dancing with a girl. I smiled at the scene actually thinking my brother was finally sticking to one girl, but that thought died when I watched him whisper something in her ear before walking across the room and sitting at a table with another girl acting as if nothing happened.

"Your brother is a serious player," Brett said making me laugh genuinely and shake my head in agreement. "Yes, yes you are right about that," I throw my head back some while laughing.

"You have a cute laugh. You should do it more often," I stopped laughing immediately and cleared my throat some. "Oh and I almost forgot," He said pulling me closer.

"You look beautiful," He whispered into my ear before pulling away and eyeing my dress. Ugh, there's that word again.

"Thanks," I softly smiled and he returned one. We continued slow dancing and talking actually having a decent conversation when I felt eyes on me.

God, I hate that feeling.

I gazed around the room, scared of who eyes they might be. Turns out their just Damon's. He glared at Brett angrily with his jaw clenched. His eyes then meet mine and they soften.

He shouldn't even be mad!

Ugh, I hate his beautiful face!

"So how long have you been