To say that Damien looked surprised would be a big fat lie. He looked at me, his eyes meeting mine for only just a second before turning back to face the television screen. "I knew you'd ask me that," he muttered.
"Well then...are you going to tell me?" I asked hopefully.
I groaned, putting my plate on the table and then turning to face him completely. "Come on Damien. I deserve to know."
"It's none of your business Makayla," he said sharply, annoyance mixing into his voice. "Just pretend like it never happened, alright? It would make it easier on all of us."
I glowered at him then with a huff, distanced myself till I was sitting far off on the other edge of the couch. Pretend like it never happened, eh? I could pretend really well in other aspects too.
I took a bite out of my sandwich, staring at the screen and plastering on an expression of genuine interest at the karate fight that was unfolding. Wow, Jackie Chan rocked.
I ignored Damien, even when he scooted right over and nudged me.
"Do I hear a fly or bee in the room?" I muttered to myself but had said it loud enough for him to hear. Damien released a heavy sigh. "There's no winning with you, is there?" I didn't say anything.
"Fine. I'll tell you the truth."
"You really mean that?" I asked, giving him a sideways glance. The sincerity on his face spoke for itself. After finishing up my sandwich, I turned to him with a smug smile. "Okay then mister. Shoot."
Damien didn't look too happy. He pressed his lips together, breaking his gaze and fixed his gaze on his hands which he folded together. "I'll tell you this in a nutshell alright? And I don't want you asking me any questions about it afterwards, okay?"
I nodded. "Alright. Deal."
Damien didn't say anything for a few minutes. I was wondering if he would change his mind on telling me but right as I was about to ask him if he was planning on opening his mouth and speaking ever again, he did just that.
"You remember that phone-call I got?"
"Yeah, I do. From some girl named Jess."
"Jessie's my cousin. In all fairness, I don't have many relatives. No sisters, or brothers. Just my dad and I..and well my aunt and uncle and Jess."
"What about your mom?" For a moment, I thought he might refuse to answer my question because of the condition he'd laid down. Damien surprised me though; not because of the fact that he did answer my question, but with the answer he actually gave.
"She's dead." The way he'd said it...sounded almost emotionless. Like he didn't care. His green eyes met mine and they looked empty, but I knew he was hiding his true feelings. He was good at doing that. "She passed away when I was six years old."
"Oh...I'm sorry to hear that."
"I'm used to it." He shrugged indifferently. "Anyways, Jess called and told me that my dad was on the way home. And he doesn't really like having guests over. So that's why I made you go out."
I blinked. That was it? That was the big mysterious secret that the guys and Damien had hidden from me?