"Damon!" Cassandra yelled as she ran after Damon, who paid no attention to her.
As much as he liked to turn to her and hear her out, he had enough of them. He didn't want to hear any hurtful statements from her again.
He was yet to get over the pain of what she had done earlier. Her words were like a spear that pierced through his heart and shattered it without mercy. He didn't want anything to happen to her anymore.
He hated the idea of staying close to her.
He clenched his fist with an angry look on his face.
"What's your problem? Why are you following me?" He asked with a cold look on his face as she grabbed him from behind and made him turn to her.
"What's my problem? Why are you following me? How could you ask me such a thing after ruining my birthday party for him?"
"Don't you know how you embarrassed and disgraced me there?" She asked with an angry tone.
"That's the reason why I left, so there's no reason for you to follow me," he retorted without sparing a glance at her.
He had never raised his voice at her, and she was surprised. He regretted his action when he realized what he'd done, but he had no choice. He was forced to retort.
What could he have done? He was mocked and ridiculed at her birthday party because he brought out a priceless gift for her which they claimed was a useless artifact. She blamed him for ruining her party, so she couldn't blame him if he ventured out.
He didn't know what to do. He was losing his mind. He ruffled his hair with a frustrated look on his face and took a deep breath as his gaze landed on his girlfriend, who was fuming in anger.
"Please calm down," he muttered and sat down on the bench beside the roadside.
"Please can you just sit?" He asked and she scoffed, then looked away.
"Fine. I didn't mean to yell at you. It wasn't intentional. But I don't…" she interrupted him before he could complete her statement.
"You shouldn't yell at me considering what you've done," she said, and he shook his head with a sigh.
"What have I done?" He asked and she groaned.
"Please can you have a seat?" he asked politely and pointed at the space beside him on the bench.
She nodded her head gently and sat down on the bench beside him, without caring about her birthday party that was going on.
"Now, tell me the reason why you chose to ruin my party? Why did you dress this way to my party?" She asked and he looked at his suit.
"Is something wrong with my dress?" He asked and she scoffed.
"Yes, something is wrong with it. A lot is wrong with it," she complained and he sighed.
"I'm sorry. It's my fault for wearing this type of clothes, but what can I do when I don't have other clothes better than this?" He asked and she bit on her lower lips.
"Why didn't you ask me to send you some clothes, huh? I could have ordered some branded suits for you if you'd asked me," she said, and he arched her eyebrows.
"That's not good. How could I ask you to help me out, huh? I can't do such a thing. You're my girlfriend. I should be doing that, not the other way around," he said, and she shrugged.
"You'd better suck up your pride."
"If I'm your girlfriend, what am I to you?" She asked.
"I'm your boyfriend," he said, and she smiled.
"That's who you're to me, so don't you dare utter that statement again. Whatever I have also belongs to you," she said, and he smiled.
"That's right. I'm sorry, but I didn't want to become a burden to you," he said.
"I don't care. I can share whatever burden you have with you. That's why I'm your girlfriend," she said, and he took a cold breath.
The anger he felt died immediately the moment he remembered what she had just said.
He slapped himself mentally for getting angry at her. He didn't know how lovely she was until today.
"So how do you plan to make up for what you've done, huh?" She asked and frowned, pretending to be angry.
"That…" he took a deep breath and kept quiet when he realized that he had nothing to say.
"To be honest, I don't know, and I'm sorry," he said.
"Do you think your apology will make up for the mess you made at my birthday party?" she asked in a cold tone and he swallowed hard.
"Okay, fine. I'll try to make up for it. But do you also believe them that the ring was fake?" He asked and she looked away.
"Please answer me," he said as he noticed the reluctance in her.
"Why shouldn't I? The ring looks old and…" she kept quiet when she realized that she was going to hurt his feelings.
"And cracked, right? Actually, the ring isn't an…" she interrupted him before he could complete his statement.
"I think that's enough," she said coldly.
"But you can't turn down the ring even if it's false because of what others said," he said, and she looked away.
"I said enough, Damon. Please don't try to bring up that topic again," she said.
"I won't, but the ring isn't something you should have…" she stood up and walked away.
"Cassandra," Damon yelled and rushed toward her as she tried to return to the event.
"Please wait," he said and grabbed her hand before she could cross the road.
"I thought I told you to stop bringing up that topic," she snapped at him and he shook his head.
"I'm only telling you the truth so you won't regret it later," he said, and she arched her eyebrows.
"Regret because of that worthless ring?" She asked and chuckled mockingly.
"Worthless?" He asked. He was hurt by her statement again.
"You know what? Nevermind. You can go ahead and date that ring. Pretend we never met," she said, and tried to walk away, but he held her wrist firmly.
"Leave me," she half-yelled as she tried to pull her hand away from his grasp.
"I said I'm sorry. Please forgive me," he apologized.
"You shouldn't…" he got frustrated and slammed his lips on her lips, kissing her softly.
"What are you…" she tried to protest against the kiss, but she found herself succumbing to it.
They were lost in their imagination, enjoying each other's lips until someone came and pulled Damon away from his girlfriend, Cassandra.
"How dare you kiss her after what you've caused, huh?"
Damon looked up with an angry look and shook his head with a sigh as his gaze landed on Cassandra's friends.
"Is that the reason you pulled me away from that?" He asked in a cold tone.
"Yes. I'll even do more," one of them said.
"But what's your concern…" he was cut shut as a slap landed on his right cheek.
His eyes widened in shock. He looked up at Bella. He rubbed his hand on his cheeks that were burning excruciatingly.