"Hmm? How are you old? And I'm sorry to ask but are you adopted?"

The Headmaster never told me he has a son.

"Way older than you and no I'm not adopted, he created me," he answers in a serious tone.

"C-created? Is that what we're calling giving birth now?"

"Believe me or not, I don't care."

I scoff and say, "you know your arrogance is starting to piss me off."

He shrugs. "It's a good thing that I don't care about your feelings."

I hum and walk closer to him. "But that's lie, you care about my feelings because you wouldn't have taken away my pain if you didn't care." I remind him while trying to get under his skin. It's my way of flirting and I know it suck but that's all I got.

"Where I come from people don't care about anything but themselves and their ruler. And that's why I helped you but make no mistake and think I did it because I care about you. I took you pain and I can easily return it, so watch what you say to me." He warns me while keeping his tone firm and cold. How can someone sound so dangerous and hot at the same time?

I swallow and digest his words. Guess I need to up my games. "So will you come with me to the Homecoming?"

His face is void of expression and I don't know why I expected something different but what he says next gives me hope. "I don't know, are you going to dress up?"

"No, I'm going like this," I say casually and stare down at my uniform.

He shakes his head in disbelief. "You should dress up," he hesitates before continuing with his talk. "The Witchydry ceremony is a pretty big thing in your school and everyone else will dress up." His eyes bore into mine.

"I don't care about appearance. I'm only going because I need something to distract me from everything that has happened today." I tell him.

"Getting yourself distracted for an hour or so won't erase the event that happened." He says.

"Hmm." I hum and stare at him. Nothing ever get past him, does it? I guess almost having my flesh burn off made him a little nice. He always has a reply to everything I say even if it's a stupid joke. Leave it to me to crush on someone like him.

"Do you need help getting back to school?" He asks.

I nod. "Of course duh. How else do you expect me to go back?" Not expecting him to answer, I move on. "Quick question: when you said a room in the mansion, do you mean your dad's mansion? The one we did our detention."

"The very one. Now shut up and follow me." He begins to walk towards the door at the other side of the room.

I roll my eyes and follow him. "What's behind the door?" I ask.

He doesn't answer as he places his palm on the wall next to the door and keeps his eyes on the door. He whispers somethings before opening the door with his other hand.

The room on the side of the door, the room I'm staring at looks exactly like my room. "This is my room." I whip my head to the side and glare at him. "How did you know?"

He removes his hand from the wall and back away, ignoring me. I shake my head in disbelief as I fold my arms across my chest, watching him bend down and pick up something up, the exhibit in the middle of the room blocks whatever it is he picked up.

He returns with my bag. Oh... I totally forgot I came here with a bag. When he reaches some feet away, he tosses the bag at me, causing me to uncross my hand and catch it, hugging it to my chest.

"Leave, now." He orders.

"Thanks for today, Damien. It really means a lot." I say before turning my heels and walking straight into my room. I glance back to look at him, he's standing tall with his hands in his pocket and his lips pull in a thin line. I wait, hoping... wishing he'll say something but he just stands there, staring at me until the interdimensional door closes, leaving me with a heavy heart.

"That went almost well." I drop my bag on the ground and move to lay on my bed.

Trying not to think about what happened. Damien is right though, distraction will work for some certain amount of time but when it's over, I'm left alone with my thoughts.

****

I step inside the school gymnasium and sigh. Honestly, I expected a witchy themed halloween party with pumpkins skeletons and witch brooms since it's a Witchydry ceremony but to my surprise it's not, well except for the few magical properties. The place is decorated in black balloons and the soft blue and purple glow light keeps the balloons less creepy. In the middle of the room is a giant pole with holes all over it. The top holes are shooting what I believe is a shooting star in different colors and the lower half part of the pole which is highly decorated in black garlands and tap-like decors.

"Okay..." I've never been to a witch party before so I'm kind of surprised at everything especially the dress code: black. It shouldn't even be a surprise, the whole place is practically black, so...

I look so out of place in my outfit even though I dressed up like Damien told me to, I still feel like I don't belong here. Ripped blue jeans with a multicolored turtle neck. Gosh I look like a rainbow.

My eyes scans the place, seeing the students are dancing enthusiastically to the song the DJ is playing. Rolling my eyes when I see Jessica and Nate. They fit each other in so many ways, just look at the way they're dancing like they've been possessed with Jessica shaking her body like someone's trying cast out a demon out of her and Nate doing the frog jump around her.

Shaking my head, I look away from them and continue my skin. What's happening at the other side of the gym where the snacks tables are placed seems more fun. Roman and Penelope are yelling at each other, most Roman, she's keeps cutting him off to oppose. I look around the vicinity for audience but everyone there seems to be busy with their own thing. I don't like Penelope but she looks like she's going to cry from the yelling and arms throwing Roman is doing at her.

Whatever, it's none of my business. Although, I'm a sucker for lover's quarrel especially when both parties are on the other side of my coin.

"You didn't wear a dress," the hair on my neck stands up when a familiar voice behind me calls out. Fucking finally. I smile then bite my bottom lip to hide it before turning around to meet his cold, dead eyes.

"You didn't change." I respond, seeing he's still in the same outfit. "Why are you here Damien? You made your feelings about me clear before." I remind him.

"I'm here because you asked me and I said I'll be here. And I never stated my feelings for you, Cami because I don't feel anything." Ouch, that hurts. Where the hell is this guy from? He can't talk to a girl like that without handing her a tissue because I think I'm going to cry.

"You misread my intention. I shouldn't be here. Library, eight sharp. Don't be late."

"Wow. Just wow. Anyone ever tell you you're a fucking jerk. You can't just switch from dick to asshole in a–"

"Cami!" Nate shouts from the dance floor, making jerk my head to his direction. I flip him the bird and flick my head back to Damien but he's gone. His scent still lingering in air is the only evidence I have that he was here, otherwise I would have thought I imagined him.

My lips parts with the intention of cursing him out but Nate calls again. "Cami!"

I curl my fingers inwards in a tight fist, imagining ten different painful ways to kill Nate. He just made me lose Damien. I mean, I never had him in the first place but we were having a conversation. I was just about to tell him how rude and arrogant he is. It's not like he can sense my stupid developing crush for him or anything, even if he can, he shouldn't dismiss my feelings like that and rip my heart out before it grows into something stronger. It's true he never said anything about feelings, I just assumed he felt something too. From the first moment our eyes connected at the lake, I felt something I've never felt before and I'm afraid it just going to keep growing.

God, what is wrong with me? I just met the guy today. Today and I'm already behaving as if–

I yelp when I suddenly feel a pair of hands grab my shoulder. The sound of Nate laughing makes me turn and glare.

"You should see your face right now, it's so–" he keeps laughing but stops when he notices the expression I'm wearing. "Not funny, okay," He clears his throat and scratches the back of his neck nervously. "So who was that?" He asks.

His name is Damien and he's an asshole.

I shrug when another unwanted voice cuts in. "Cami, it's so nice to see you. I thought you weren't coming," Jessica says.

I look at the place Damien stood before disappearing and answer. "Yeah, no, I wasn't but I changed my mind at the last minute." I shake my head and turn to the both of them.

Nate looks less like a clown in an all black tuxedo. Wow, perks of having a witch as your fashion designer. He looks really nice and good tonight, maybe it's his hair style or his unusual outfit. I'm used to seeing him with short hair but now it's growing longer and I don't think he is going to be cutting it anytime soon.

Jessica looks really pretty, she always looks stunning in anything but tonight she looks extraordinary in the sleeveless black ball gown she's wearing, and with the way her hair is decorated with black roses. Gosh. Now, they are making me feel like the life of party with my choice of outfit.

"It's good that you are here, we were going to come to your room with treats, so you could have your own private Witchydry with Jess and I." Nate says.

Wow, I never thought Nate would do that. It's strange how the unexpected people keep surprising me, some in a good while the other bad. Nate is definitely one of the good ones.

"You'd do that for me?" I have to ask.

They both nod and Nate adds a snort. "Of course, there is no Nate and Jessie without Cami, there is no Super Teen League without Super C." He jokes.

"Is Super C supposed to stand for Super Cami?" He nods. I try to keep it in but it's just funny as I throw my head back and laugh. "Super Teen League?"

Jessica clears her throat and stares at Nate. "We are still working on our team name," he clears his throat and smiles nervously.

I nod. "How about Super League?" I suggest.

"Or Justice Affliction of The Vale?" Jessica adds.

"Or that," I say with a smile.

Nate smiles. "Enough with the team name, I love this song, let's go," he clicks his fingers and seeming impatient. 

"Have fun kids," I wave them off.

"You are crazy to think we are going to dance without you," Nate says and takes my hand as he pulls me to the dance floor.

"I hate you," I mutter as they both begin to dance around me. Anything but this. Seeing them dance from distance is punishment enough and now experiencing it up close is just nerve-wracking.

It's might not be doing much for me but I'm glad I came to this party. It did distract me from my thought for a while but I know when the party is over and I return to my room, reality kicks in.

Tomorrow I have to meet up with Damien, and I'm not looking forward to it at all.