Secrets of His World - Chapter 7

Hey, sorry it took a while for this chapter. And I know some of you were wondering about the prom dress, and I'm going to post the picture of it with the next chapter FOR SURE. The next Chapter is going to be at the prom, so I'll kind of have to post the dress Emily wears to it :) And the picture on the side is one I found that made me think or Erin. So... Yeah lol
Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy this chapter. And please comment (: The comments really help me out sometimes and they motivate me a lot.
~Ginger

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"Hi," Emily said to everyone as she entered the kitchen.

"Hello, Emily," Damien greeted her.

"Emily, have I ever had the sex talk with you?" Emily’s mom, Rachel, asked her.

Emily blushed. She did not want to have this conversation. Especially not in front of Damien.

"No, mom. And I don’t think I need it. Not here, not now, not ever. I learned about sex in Health," Emily told her.

"Well, honey. I’m just worried about some… things. Damien brought a couple of things to my attention and he was right about them."

"Oh, great," Emily replied, sarcastically.

"Yep. I needed to warn your mother about Jason, since you didn’t seem to want to listen to my warning," Damien said.

Emily rolled her eyes at him and took a seat at the counter.

"Mom, listen. I know all about sex, believe me. And I’m not going to have sex for a while. Not until I find someone I really love. Besides, nothing happened between Jason and I. We had dinner and then he showed me around his house."

Emily left out the part about them kissing. And him taking her pants off… And she was so not going to tell her mother, Jess, and Damien about it.

"Good. If anything would have happened then I do expect you to tell me. Anyway, moving on to newer things. The prom is in four days, and I wish to see the dress you bought," Rachel said, excitedly.

Emily looked at Damien, who was giving her his old "don’t tell" look. She couldn’t resist his look. Emily blushed and then looked at her mom. She could get onto Damien about the dress later.

"I went to get it today and it was gone. I guess someone figured no one else was going to get it and decided they should," Emily told her mom.

It wasn’t a lie. But it wasn’t the whole truth, either.

"Oh, well that’s rotten. I was really looking forward to seeing the dress."

"Me too," Jess chimed in.

"Well, I had better be getting back home," Damien announced.

"I’ll walk you there," I told him.

"Alright."

Damien got up and walked to the door with Emily following. When they were outside Emily shut the door and turned to face Damien. He was standing with his back to her, looking out at the road.

"Damien, why’d you do it? You knew that was the dress I wanted and you knew I would get it, even if I had waited until the day of prom," Emily said.

"Honestly?" He laughed and then continued, "Because I was mad at you. And I didn’t know if you really wanted the dress still, or not. I wasn’t going to wait and find out either."

"Well, thanks a lot. I’m so glad to know that my best friend would sell me out like that. And I can’t believe you’d tell my mom about Jason! What were you thinking!? And nothing happened between us, just so you know."

"Yes, something did. I know you almost as good as you know yourself, Emily. You may be able to lie to your mom about what happened, but you can’t lie to me."

Damien turned around and stared Emily in the eye. She knew him well enough to know that she couldn’t lie to him. She would have to lie to herself before he would believe her.

"You’re wrong. Something was going to happen, but I stopped it before it could. And Jason was nice about it, too. I asked him to just take me home and he did. Oh, and he didn’t start what was going to happen, I did. You were wrong about him, Damien."

"No. He started it, you just nagged it on. Emily, I know things you don’t. I would really rather you didn’t hang out with Jason," Damien told her, earnestly.

"Yeah? You know things I don’t and you know what happened and blah, blah, blah. Tell me Damien. If you know what happened and everything then tell me," Emily insisted.

"I know how your dinner looked. How you were embarrassed that you didn’t wear a dress. How the whole time you were thinking about someone else. How he patted the bed when you were in his room and he started the kissing. And then how you pulled him toward you and deepened the kiss, and the whole time you were thinking of someone else. I also know that he started undressing you when you told him you couldn’t do it, and then you asked him to bring you home."

Emily stared at Damien. She was taken by surprise. How the heck did Damien know all of that? He couldn’t have unless… he was spying on them? No. Emily wouldn’t believe that.

"How…?" Emily started to ask.

She shook her head at him and sighed. Maybe she’d be better off not knowing. Damien had moved closer to Emily while he was telling her what he knew.

They were standing so close that Emily could feel the heat coming from his body. All she had to do was stretch her fingers out and she’d be touching him.

She raised her head to look him in the eye. When she did, her nose bumped his. Emily blushed, but held herself still.

"I told you, Em. I know things. I didn’t spy on you, I promise. I just… I know these things. And I also know some things that Jason did before and after you went out on that supposed ‘date’. And I promise you, Emily, that I only want to protect you from jerks like Jason. I don’t have a problem with you dating guys, just as long as they aren’t jerks that only want you for sex," Damien whispered.

Emily closed her eyes and leaned into Damien. She felt his arms wrap around her waist. He rested his chin on her head and held her for a moment.

Emily didn’t want to move. She wanted to stay like this with Damien forever. She moved her hands from her side and brought them up around Damien’s waist and pressed herself into him.

"Gosh, I’ve missed you so much," Damien said.

"I know what you mean. I’ve missed you like crazy," Emily replied with a chuckle.

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Damien’s P.O.V.
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Damien didn’t want to move from where he was. He had been deprived of holding Emily in his arms like this for too long. He had missed her warmth, her laugh, her smile, and her smell, even.

To Damien, Emily had a smell that no one else did. She always smelled like a mixture or lilacs, honey, and some kind of tangy fruit. He loved that smell, it made him comfortable and at ease.

As much as Damien didn’t want to, he had to go home. It was late and they had school the next day. He just needed to know one thing before he left.

"Em, are we friends again?" he asked her.

"If you want to be," Emily told him.

Emily pulled away to look at him. Damien didn’t want to let her go. He wanted to pull her back into his embrace and just hold her there.

"I do."

Emily smiled.

"So do I," she said.

"Then it’s settled."

"Yep."

"Just one thing," Damien said, hesitantly.

"What?"

Damien and Emily had always went to the dances at school together. Last year they had went to their Junior prom together. This year was going to be different, though. He had promised to take Clare to the prom.

"If it’s okay with you, I promised Clare I’d take her to prom."

"Oh," was all Emily said.

She pulled out of Damien’s arms and looked at him. There was at least a foot of space between them now.

I shouldn’t have said anything, Damien thought.

"I’m sorry. I know we usually go together, but we were fighting and Clare’s never been to a prom before and she kind of asked me. I couldn’t just turn her down. "

"That’s okay," Emily told him in a soft voice.

Damien knew Emily well enough to know that she was upset about it. He could tell that she was trying to be strong and hold it together in front of him. He took a step toward her, closing the space between them.

"I’ll still save the last dance for you, I promise," Damien whispered.

He leaned down and kissed her on the cheek. But once his lips touched her cheek he had to fight himself to lean back. Emily had closed her eyes and was smiling.

"You like guys, remember," Emily muttered in his ear.

With the being said he leaned away from her. Damien smiled, although it was a fake one. How everyone thought he was gay was above him. He had just went along with it since they said he was gay.

For the past seven years everyone had thought he was gay. So many people were convinced he was gay that he started thinking he was gay. He even started dating guys.

There was only one person in the world that would convince Damien he wasn’t gay. And that person was standing in front of him with her eyes still closed and her lips curved into a smile. She was the most beautiful person in the world to Damien.

"Well, I had better get home," Damien said and turned to go home.

Emily opened her eyes and locked her arm around his. Damien looked over at her questioningly.

"I said I was going to walk you home," Emily told him with a smile.

"That’s right. But who’s going to walk you home?

Damien watched as Emily’s eyebrows drew together. She hadn’t thought about that. The look on her face almost made Damien laugh.

"How about you stay here and watch me walk home and then you go back inside?" Damien suggested.

"You know, that sounds like a good idea to me," Emily said.

She laughed and Damien couldn’t resist laughing with her. He walked out of her yard and over to his. When he was on his porch he turned around to look at her.

Emily blew Damien a kiss from her porch. He blew one back and Emily slipped inside her house. Damien smiled to himself and went inside.

He truly and genuinely cared for Emily. When he was around her he was happy and complete. Without her around he was nothing but depressed, like he had been for the past few days.

Now, after talking with Emily and making up, he felt happy again. He felt whole again. And he knew why, as much as he wished it wasn’t true. He was in love with Emily.

But what if she doesn’t feel the same about me? was the only question that ran through Damien’s mind that night.