Not Another Vampire Book, Ramona Flowers [story reading TXT] 📗

called from the stall.
Opening the door I ran into a tall dark figure, I looked up and saw Damion. He chuckled at my surprise. It took more effort than I thought to pull away from him. As I did my hand brushed his shocking me at the sudden contact, the shock made me jump. Damion chuckled again.
“Is Bryce’s contact okay? She didn’t lose it did she?” he asked but it didn’t seem like he really cared.
“She is fine, and no that was her version of a rescue.” I replied trying not to let my attitude get the best of me.
Obviously he noticed this, because he began to laugh. Offended I put my hands on my hips giving him a what-is-so-funny look, which only made him laugh more. “If I were you I would stop laughing or else...” I gritted through my teeth.
He stopped immediately and the next thing I knew I was against the wall with his hands on the wall of either side of me; trapping me in. Damion leaned down so close to my face out noses almost touched. “Or else,” he looked me up and down. “What Barbie? You gonna hit me?”
I gave him my meanest glare, and I think he winced a bit. ”I’m debating whether or not to take you up on such a generous offer.”
Suddenly he bent down and kissed me, and a wave of pleasant warmth shot through my body. I put my hands up to push him away, but he grabbed my hands to keep me from doing so. Unable to help myself I kissed him back. He tasted like mint and a hint chocolate. The warmth slowly mad its way from my mouth down my neck to my shoulders, and I was scared what would happen if it got any further. I pulled away again and was successful because he thought he had me.
“What is your deal?” I asked angrily as I wiped my mouth.
He smiled smugly and gestured behind me. Confused I turned to see Bryce grinning widely. I turned back around and glared at Damion and he winced again. Bryce grabbed my arm and took me back to the table before I strangled him.
“So guess you and Damion are friendly.” Bryce joked as we made our way back to the table. I only glared at her in response.
She laughed as we approached and Zania asked what was so funny. Bryce almost answered but I cut her off and gave her a don’t-you-dare look. Zania looked at me confused and I just shook my head at her. Damion came up to the table, Bryce burst out laughing, and I sat down in a huff next to Zania.
“What happen?!?” she asked in the shrieking like tone she does when she is left out of the loop.
I looked at Bryce daring her to say something. “I kissed your little friend here-“Damion gestured to me as he spoke “and she got mad. Bryce here saw and that only pissed her off more.”
Everyone turned to me in shock and crossed my arms and directed my glare rage to Damion. He is so stuck up and full of himself. At first sight he looked like a regal and defined poet, but he acts like a prince being waited on and foot. I never thought I would meet someone so arrogant. Zania’s mouth hung open and I grabbed her arm and took her with me to the dance floor. Maybe dancing could relieve some of my anger.
Eventually I stopped frowning and danced until my muscles yelled at me to take a break. Looking around I realized I had acquired a group of guys dancing with Zania and I. One of them was smiling at me. He was cute had chocolate hair that was cut short. I simply smiled back and was surprised when he took my hand and led me to a corner that I hadn’t noticed before.
“I hope you don’t mind,” He started. “But a girl as pretty as you I just wanted to talk to you before you were whisked away by some amazing prince.”
My only response was to smile awkwardly. I guess he took that as an okay to continue, because he gently put a hand on my cheek and leaned down to kiss me. Turning away would have been rude so I shut my eyes tight hoping he would get the message. I open my eyes slightly to see a large hand clamp down on the guys shoulder. The hand threw the guy away from me, hard.
Damion appeared in front of me, placing a hand on either side of me. (I’m beginning to think he likes doing that.) He quickly leaned in to give me the kiss he interrupted. The strange warmth began to seep through my body again the instant our lips made contact. Not bothering to fight it, I kissed him back. It felt too good to fight anyway. He nibbled at my lower lip asking me if I wanted to continue. When I agreed his tongue slipped into my mouth, and our mouth tango began. Abruptly he broke the kiss and the warmth left me instantly and I got cold fast. He grinned at me and I rolled my eyes. Lifting his hand, he pointed to his watch. One fifteen (am), we had been kissing for ten minutes straight. My mouth hung open in astonishment; it only felt like ten seconds.
“Guess you don’t hate me that much after all” he mocked.
I punched him playfully in the arm, and he grabbed me and pulled me back to him. His thumb and index finger went to my chin where he lifted my face gently to his. Damion smiled and bent down like he was going to kiss me again, but instead he carefully kissed my neck. Then took my hand and led me out of the corner back to the table. Everyone at the table was smiling; except Adrian, he looked upset and almost angry.
"Adrian, you okay?” I asked, concerned.
“Yeah, fine.” He replied bitterly, I could tell he was lying.
Tuning to Paul I asked the time. “Umm it’s about ten minutes until two.”
Zania, Bryce, and I all looked at each other and sighed. Zania’s dad was coming to get us at two. “Zania’ dad is coming to get us in about ten minutes then.” I explained. They all sighed too.
The guys walked us out and we said our goodbyes. Damion pulled me aside and had me write my number on his hand. “I’ll call you some time.” He winked.
I was going to say something, but Zania’s dad’s truck pulled into the parking lot and I just turned and left. During the talk of who house we were going to stay out my phone began to buzz in my purse. I looked down and saw a California number I didn’t recognize.
“Hello?” I said cautiously into the phone.
“Just making sure you didn’t give me a phony number” A joking voice came from the other side, I knew who it was instantly.
“Good for you now bye.” I joked back into the phone. Rolling my eyes I looked at Zania telling I’m at her house tonight. Her dad sighed and he knew three loud blondes in his house, well it was going to be a long night. We all laughed back at him.
By the time we pulled up in her drive way I knew I was going to pass out and not wake up until next week. The looks of the other two said they too had the same feeling. Luckily we made it to Zania’s king size bed before I was down to my skull spanks and a black tank top, and we all crawled into a big ball of exhausted muscles and tangled hair.
I woke up the next morning with Bryce’s foot in my face and Zania sleeping on my stomach. It wasn’t the weirdest thing I saw first thing in the morning, but it was a usual.
“Zania wake up and go make me some breakfast woman.” I joked shaking her awake.
“Whatever.” She smiled back, but got up anyway.
A growl/yawn sound came from the foot of the bed and I knew Bryce was awake. Just mention food and she will wake up from the deepest sleep. The clock next to the bed showed that it was just past three thirty. Wow guess we partied pretty hard last night. I checked my phone and I had three missed calls. Two were from California, must be Damion I thought to myself, and the last was from my mom. I decided that calling my mom back would be best.
“Hello.” My mom’s tired voice came through on the other end.
“Hey mom we are awake and I will be home in about an hour or so.”
“Okay call me back if you need a ride.”
“Will do.”
Hanging up, I walked out of her room to follow Bryce and Zania who had walked out some time during our conversation. Zania’s dog, Butch, got up from the floor near my feet and followed me down the stairs. A beige bowl was shoved at my chest as I walked into the kitchen, almost making me fall.
“A little warning would have been nice.” I complained as the two girls laughed at me.
“Frosted Flakes or Cinnamon Toast Crunch?” Bryce asked scanning Zania’s pantry.
“Both.” Zania and I said at the same time.
We sat at her table crunching on our weird mixture of our two favorite cereals. My buzzing phone jarred me out of dream like state I was slipping into; the other girls looked the same way to. I looked down and saw the California number again. Probably should save his number I thought, so I saved it before opening my text.
Damion: Hey are you awake yet?
Me: Yeah just woke up.
Damion: Want to meet up later?
Me: Umm I don’t know. It depends I have to go home then do my daily workout routine.
Damion: Okay text me if you change your mind.
Zania tapped on my shoulder and judging by the grin she had been reading my texts. Glaring at her for a second then rolling my eyes because I can’t take back what she saw.
“Whatever Zania” I laughed “You’re just jealous that I got the hot one.” I teased sticking out my tongue.
“Yeah he is the hot one, but he is also the one with the biggest ego.” She stuck out her tongue back.
We all laughed and after we finished breakfast Bryce and I got ready to go home. By four, I was in my shower at home washing all the glitter, sparkles, and some strange sticky liquid I hope was juice off me. I love the smell of my shampoo and body wash because it is orange mango citrus. Rubbing the last bits of water out of my hair, I checked my phone; one text message from Damion.
Damion: Want to go work out together?
Me: Sure I’ll meet you at the gym off of St. Mary’s in twenty.
Damion: Cool sees you there.
It’s hard to say no to this boy, he is super-hot but a total jerk bag. I sigh and begin to get ready. My usual work out outfit consists of a sports bra and shorts, but that is a huge H-to-the-NO; instead I throw on my black spanks and shape forming under armor shirt and tie my hair up in a sloppy pony tail. A quick once over in the mirror and I’m ready to go. My beautiful black 2011 Camaro with customized Nightmare before Christmas leather interior is waiting for me. Best. Birthday. Present. Ever. I got my driver’s licenses early for being top of my class and saving the drive instructor’s life during another