Chapter five || Katie’s POV

Sitting on the corner of my room I stare at my phone right in front of me.

I've sent thirty two messages and called sixteen times and i'm fighting back the urge to send another text.

I know I sound crazy but he hadn't spoken to me once since yesterday and anticipation is creeping up my back. He had even walked past me when I had said goodbye when he left early last night, as if I didn't say a thing.

'Fuck,' I groan pulling up my legs so I can rest my face on my knees. 'What if he left early because of me.'

It's not like I was even dating Noah in the first place but I really do like him, despite him being a little questionable. But I trust him and he's always been nice to me and listened so I'm feeling a little hurt.

But I can slightly understand the worry he would be feeling, Damon would quite literally kill him. It's not really his fault.

It's Damon's.

Getting up off the ground I storm out of my bedroom before walking down the hall pulling his door open with force. Slowly he turns his head towards me taking off his headset, which tells me he's playing a video game. Most likely call of duty since I can hear the various twelve year old white boys yelling slurs I doubt they're able to say.

'What?' He asks seeming slightly annoyed.

'Can you get out of my fucking life.' I yell at him but he doesn't react just looking around as if he's looking for something.

'Who are you talking to.' He says finally looking back at me, 'because I honestly don't give a shit Katie.'

He puts on his headset before leaning into his chair. Marching towards his bed, I grab a pillow and hit him across the face.

I have to admit I might be putting all my angry into him but he was slightly to blame for Noah ghosting me, and every other guy I've tried to pursue. They'll seem interested until they realize who I am, then I'm suddenly ghosted.

'What the fuck?! Get off my dick Katie!' Damon growls grabbing the pillow in one hand, ultimately restricting my attempts to move it.

Taking off his headset with his free hand he chucks it on his keyboard before getting up. Then ripping the pillow off me he throws it across the room looking at me angrily.

'Is this a joke or something?' He hissed with confusion in his voice before stopping, 'are you crying?'

'No.' I sniffle trying to keep a straight face.

I honestly wasn't in the mood to explain anything to him since my only goal was to come in here and hit him, I hadn't really planned much after that.

'Did something happen?' He begins to get curious.

'Can you just get out of my love life.' I grip the silk shorts I'm wearing between my fingers. 'You're the reason everyone is too afraid to come near me.'

'I'm keeping you protected.' He turns away sitting back down onto his chair, 'you'd go ballistic of you heard the shit guys say about you...you'd literally be pregnant by now if I didn't exist.'

'I have a mind of my own,' I scrunch up my nose fighting the urge to pick up another object and hit him with it.

Preferably something more metallic.

'Yea right,' he almost laughs as he enters a new game disc into his pc. 'That one time in middle school did you even know what a condom was?'

'We weren't doing anything and you know that.' I become defensive.

It's true, we weren't doing anything my parents had just overdramatized the situation and he knew that. Yet he still uses it as an attack towards me and it pisses me off, we where just kissing, not starting a family of four.

'Who was it,' he asks before putting a piece to gum in his mouth and turning his chair to look at me. 'Who's the person I 'scared away' this time?'

Immediately feeling stupid for even bringing it up to him I quickly turn to leave but I feel his hand grab my wrist. Hearing him get up once again, I remain looking at the door.

'Why are you in a rush?' He repeats passively, 'I promise you I won't even know who they are since I don't give a fuck about juniors.'

Turning my head to look up at him I stay unresponsive in hope he'll just give up. Noah is already ghosting me and I don't need a reason for him to completely cut me out of his life and I had assumed Damon already knew which is why he's ignoring me.

'Do I know him?' His eyebrow rises as his grip on me loosens.

'No...' I say convincingly but apparently not convincing enough because he lets go of me looking at me confused.

'How do I know them.' He almost demands as if he read my mind, 'from where?'

Quickly leaving the room I walk down the hallways as I hear Damon follow me. Speeding up I turn into the bathroom I locking it before sighing and resting my forehead on the door.

As much as I love my brother, I hate him just as much. I seriously cannot wait for him to graduate this year so I can freely do what I want, without people only approaching me to get to him or leaving me because of him.

The amount of senior and junior girls that have approached me pretending to be nice so they can get into my house to see him should be criminal.

I lost a shit tone of friends that way when I genuinely thought we got along.

Rotating my body I look towards the sink seeing Colton standing there with a toothbrush in hand. He must've just brushed his teeth because he's wiping his mouth with a towel looking at me.

'This bathroom's occupied.' He speaks looking at me, 'you have a downstairs bathroom on case you forgot,'

'Katie open the door it's just a simple question.' I hear Damon's muffled voice behind the door making Colton snicker under his breath realizing I'm running from him.

'Damon you're so loud.' Colton speak back to him suddenly making Damon go quiet.

'Are you in there dude?' He responds back. 'Open the door man...Katie's being stubborn.'

'Well I was until you chased your little sister in here but I'm not complaining. She looks hot in these shorts.' Colton teases moving his wet hair out of his eyes.

He must've just taken a shower also, which luckily I didn't walk in when he was still doing so. I would've immediately left and forced myself to face Damon.

I should've just stayed in my room and cried about Noah to myself because now I'm sitting in a locked bathroom with someone I know the most yet the least about, at the same time. With my brother on the outside of the room because I said too much.

'What the fuck?' Damon asks with uncertainty in his voice. I don't think he can tell if Colton is being a dick or not since he can't see in the room.

Backing me up against the door I look up at Colton opening my mouth to ask questions he interrupts my train of thoughts.

'I see why you don't like guys near her now.' He speaks again finally looking down at me now, 'she feels so small in my arms.'

Realizing he's fucking with him since he hadn't actually touched me I turn my head to the door before crossing my arms with a grin on my face, trying my hardest not to laugh.

'Wait wait wait not there,' I play into his game making Colton cover his mouth, I can tell he's trying so desperately not to laugh since I notice his shoulders shaking.

'What the fuck?' Damon begins slamming his arm into the door, 'Colton go fuck your girlfriend, Lilah, not my little fucking sister.'

Removing his hand from his mouth he takes his eyes off me looking towards the door. Tilting my head slightly looking up at him I realize I haven't seen him genuinely smile about something about me in so long. He always looks like he doesn't want to be around me, which I can't get mad about because neither do I want to be around him.

'Me and Lilah aren't dating...we never have been either, she just tells people that and regardless, she's getting boring.' Colton sighs trying to sound serious, I can tell that whole statement is bullshitting, 'And your sister's cute, so I've always wondered how she felt...if you know what I mean,'

Snorting I cover my mouth quickly trying to hide my muffled laughs which Colton gently flicks me in the forehead to get me to shut up. He's going to get himself killed and dragged into the middle of the woods.

Although I didn't know him and Lilah was just a fluke, but it makes sense since I've never seen him openly tell people they're dating. It's always been Lilah bringing it up in every conversation and having their obvious sexual relationship between them that everyone can see as 'proof.'

Containing myself he looks back down at me seeming to debate something.

'you've kissed someone before right?' He whispers.

Nodding my head I look at him slightly offended. I may not have done anything sexually to an extreme but I have kissed people.

His hands grab the back of my thighs. Lifting me up so my legs are wrapped around his waist causing me to yelp. I hit the door with force making me to groan grabbing my back in pain.

I'm not exceptionally heavy and I've seen him bench ten kilos heavier than me with ease so I can tell he did that on purpose. But before I can react i feel him kiss me. Quite loudly actually.

'What was that? Colton I love you and whatever but you better be fucking with me or this is the last thing you'll ever do.' Damon yells before suddenly hearing him walk away.

Colton pulls away before glancing at the door, as I can feel his chest rising and falling quite fast against me. If he needed air sooner why didn't he just move away.

Dumbass.

Awkward tension kicks in as we realize Damon had suddenly gone, just leaving us in silence. Looking down at me he quickly puts me down before feeling my back with his hand.

'Sorry i was just trying to make noise and didn't mean for it to hurt-,' He attempts to apologize before he's interrupted by the clicking of the door.

Both of us turn it the door in unison before realizing he's unlocking the door with keys.

Fuck.

Looking at him trying not to smile he give me the same expression before we move away from each other leaving space, trying not to look like we did anything.

Damon opens the door quite quickly before standing there looking at us trying to find a single thing wrong to use as an excuse to beat the shit out of us. But he obviously doesn't find one deciding to do it anyways.

Looking at Colton, he walks towards him in which Colton walks backwards, 'dude it was a joke I swear. Like you can check me, I don't have a boner,'

'You're not fucking funny.' He grabs Colton by the shirt, not reacting Colton let's him grab him. 'I swear to god pull that shit again and you're losing an eye.'

'And you. 'Little Mrs princes' stay ten feet away from my fucking friends because they'll use you for sex,' he fumes making it difficult to tell if he's warning me or threatening me, 'they'll leave you, trust me you're not that fucking special.'

Obviously he doesn't realize the amount of calls I've sent Noah so his words stung a little but the last thing I'll do is let him know that. Taking a shallow breath I cross my arms digging my fingers into the inside of my upper arm.

'Like I'd ever tell you if I was.' I mutter before exiting the bathroom. I'm not in the mood for Damon's hurtful words anymore.

I should've just stayed in my room.