On to the drama.
I looked down at his diamond encrusted watch and said, “You’ve got five minutes.” I wasn’t sure why I gave him a time limit; it wasn’t like I had to be anywhere… any more.
Damian started, “Growing up, I didn’t really have any repercussions limiting my actions. I admit I was spoiled. I was raised like that. I got whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted. There were no boundaries for me. I was so unrestricted that I didn’t have any ground to stand on, no consequence. I started to get into trouble just so that my parents would talk to me, but they would always pass me to one of my handlers. When you’re a kid like me, you could be surrounded by a million people and you’ll still feel alone, because they all want the same thing. All I was really good for was status, fame. They either want a picture; they want to borrow some money, anything.” Damian’s face turned bitter, and so did his tone.”Everyone wants to be friends with ‘The Damian DeLuca. No one really wants to be friend with just Damian.” He looked sad and defeated as he said that.
“Get to the point, Damian!” I snapped harshly. More harsh than I wanted to sound, but I did not know what else to say. Confused, the same way that felt when Natalia was telling me the truth about Damian, or lies…or… I really didn’t know who to believe anymore.
“My dad had yelled at his secretary one time and she quit, Dad really didn’t like her that much either. After that she was out of a job and needed money, so she tried to sell some sort of a scandal to the press that my father was into drugs. I caught her, but instead of getting her in trouble, I told her to change her story to get me in to trouble. It was the perfect plan, I would get some attention from my parents for once and she would have some money while she looked for a new job. My parents saw the tabloid and freaked out, but I didn’t care what they did to me as long as they acted like my parents, for once.”
So Damian wasn’t ever with the secretary? A flame of hope ignited inside me, maybe there was a happy ending to this whole misunderstanding.
Damian had paused, looking at me. Waiting for some sign of acknowledgement. “Go on.” I said to him nodding, emotionless.
“My father freaked out because this was bad publicity, so he sent me here for some damage control. When I first came here, I thought that I would snap some pictures with the people helping the school. Then you came and everything…” Damian’s eyes narrowed as he searched for the right word. “Everything… changed.” he finally said.
I was at a loss for words.
“The earth quake happened right before I came. I went to see the school and then I saw you. I almost ran you over …” he trailed off as the memory brought a slight smile to his face. Despite all the tension at the moment, the tension of the school and the sabotage, I couldn’t help but smile as well.
Damian continued as the smile on his face continued to expand, I looked down at his watch to see that he was well over five minutes. “You were totally different, your weren’t afraid to say what you felt, you showed some pretty harsh road rage, and you’re smart, funny, you’re not like other girls that I’ve ever met. When I met you, I didn’t feel so alone.”
He down into my eyes, not at, but into my eyes. As if he was trying to tell what I was thinking, if I felt the same way… Now I was sure. Damian was innocent, I didn’t need proof, it was just a feeling, like… like… finding something you’ve been looking for. Like a new beginning.
In the dim light of the city square, he looked so good…so good. I wanted so badly to apologize for yelling at him, for thinking bad about him, for slapping him… Oh my God, I slapped Damian DeLuca. But the boy standing close to me then was not The Damian DeLuca, it was just Damian. The look in his eyes changed from hopeful to serious, nervous, and confused. He came closer and closer. So much that the distance between us was a few mere centimeters. Although one thought still nagged, pinching in the back of my mind, I could still hear Natalia at the amusement park,
The company is owned by Damian DeLuca’s papa. The stuff that they gave us for building the school is messed up.
“The sabotage,” I said loudly, causing Damian to pull away. “The wall was obviously sabotaged, you didn’t explain that.” I was trying to use the most gentle tone, but I still sounded harsh. Suddenly, I wasn’t the only baffled one there, Damian’s eyes were consumed by the look of confusion, but was quickly replaced with the look of determination.
Damian shook off the denial and smoothly grabbed my hand, to my own surprise: I let him. “I don’t know about the sabotage, or the wall, or whether my dad was involved. But I promise, I’m gonna make this right.”
to be continued.