CHAPTER 6:

She walked briskly into a middle class restaurant and ordered a BLT sandwich and a diet soda .As she sat down in an empty booth, her eyes caught a glimpse of someone she had least expected to see walk through the door.

"Damien?"

Her face was a concortion of surprise disgust and irritation in three distinct stages.

Damien was surprised too.He sat behind her and motioned for her to sit in the chair beside him from behind . She only did so because her previous seat was full of leftover food and used gum.

He started a conversation.

"Hi".

'Just ignore him. He'll go away on his own' .she thought as she took a long annoying sip from her soda.

"I'm Damien Thorne . Nice to meet you again"

Well, that was a blatant lie .

"Um...Hello" He waved his hand in front of her hand.

Nada, she couldn't do this.

"Why aren't you talking to me?" he questioned .

"Oh,I'm sorry, because I'd rather talk to my food than you dumbass !"She said with a feign polite smile.

"Look , I know it is fucking frustrating, but I can't do anything about this, you know that". He explained gently.

"Wait you don't want this?" Sue was surprised but didn't show it .

"Of course not. My parents want it to continue their "family legacy". He said with air quotes.

"Mine too ". He thought that she had finally understood him.

"We're the same"Damien said emphatically.

"No we aren't ,you are gladly accepting this wedding and that's screwing with both of us.I'm trying to change my fate.in other words ,I'm persistent and determined and you are not"

"So what the hell do we do?"Damien looked at her agitated as he tapped his foot nervously on the floor.

She took a large bite from the sandwich she ordered and took a sip from her soda.

"I have no idea "

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After talking with Susanne,he went home,up the stairs and slammed the door hard .He needed privacy and wanted to have a talk with his best friend from kindergarten-Jason Dubois.He needed a fresh pair of eyes and a comforting person to lean in , to talk to and probably throw some humor in too.There was no other person better suited for the position than his best friend.

"Hey dude,what's up?"Jason said when he had finally answered.

"Nothing "Damien replied grimly.

"Dude,I know when something up with you,so spill it"Jason said.Damien could almost imagine him burrowing his brow on the other end of the line .

"My dad wants me to marry some random classy girl,I don't know ...that well"he quickly added .

Damien was quite sure he heard rustling and heard a girl say "the bed is getting cold" but as always he just sighed .

"Wow that's crazy"His friend finally replied.

"I know "

" Then ignored them ,crash it, live your life to the fullest! "Jason said with enthusiasm.

"Man I'll try, but come to think of it where are you. I can hear noises"

"In Dubai, with my parents "

"Wow dubois in Dubai "Damien laughed "Are you really there dude? come on answer the question honestly". Damien was cocksure he was with a girl.Jason and his escapades....

"Go on "

Damien was quizzed at the sudden change of subject but kept quiet and just lagged along.

"Excuse me?"

"Is your fiance hot ?" Trust Jason Duibos to change the subject into a lewd question

.Damien tried to stifle a laugh "Dude come on,she isn't my fiance".

"Your Honour, the accused refused to answer the question " Damien could hear him guffaw on the other end of the line.

"Stop avoiding the question! ".

"Yes ,Jason to suit your stupid fantasies "

"That I needed to hear . See ya ,I owe ya!".He made a clicking noise with his tongue that made Damien smile as he ended the call .Damien was more confused as ever and his friend was no help at all.