Like him?

  "You looked cool," I received the message. 

  Intrigued, I opened it to see that it was none other than Damon.

  "How do you know that?" I asked him in response.

  All he did was sending me a photo.

  It was me. Particularly, me when I was giving that Juliana girl a challenging smirk. 

  I did not know that I looked that mean then, it felt as if I knew something that she didn't. 

  Well, if someone else had given me that look I would have been beyond mad. Anyways, I did know what she did not. And that was our scheme. 

  'Know your enemy better than they know themselves.' That's the slogan I have been following.

  "Did Melissa send you that?" I replied to him. 

  "If not her, than who else?" He asked me in return.

  "Right", I muttered to myself lowly.

  I was now sitting on my bed. While Melissa and Jas were out somewhere. So I decided to call Damon instead.