Unwelcomed invitation

Clara

Damien talking about his punishment almost got me changing my plans. I have an utterly different reason why I came here. I am so nervous to tell him. I finally decided to tell Damien about dad inviting him to the party. After thinking about it the whole day, I decided that it would be better to tell him about it instead of taking it in my own hands.

"Would you like to have a sit?" he offers.

"Sure," I reply and he leads me to the couches.

I sit down and Damien sits beside me. Should I tell him now? But I just got here. What if it ruins his mood. Maybe I should wait for some time. 

"I can sense your nervousness, Clara. Tell me what is going on in your mind," Damien says, snapping me out of my reverie. Should I tell him? I came here to tell him, then why not tell him once and for all?

Damien tilts his head to one side and looks at me in the eyes.

"Spill the beans," he whispers. 

"Okay," I say and take in a deep br