Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

What I was doing wasn’t classical, and I probably would
never perform it, but it was my fun time, and my parents
weren’t home. My dad hated loud music, so may as well have
a party of my own up here while I could.
I moved around the floor, my back cooling with sweat and
my ponytail flying in my face as I spun, and I let my hands
glide down my face and neck, the blare of the music flooding
my veins and making me want to go wild. I bit my bottom lip
as I dipped my head back and moved and moved and moved,
swinging my arms and raising them up before running my
hand sexily over my head and pushing my hair over to the
side.
My brow ached with how hard I squeezed my eyes shut
and…
Do you have the reflex anymore to squeeze them shut? Like
when you’re in pain or…when you’re excited?
I faltered in my step, Damon’s words from the other day in
the cafeteria coming back to me. Son of a bitch.
I pressed on, tossing him out of my head. I matched my
body to the beat, and, as the song ended, I slowed my
movements, breathing hard and feeling a trickle of sweat glide
down my back.
Jerk.
I heaved breath after breath as I landed on my feet again
and put my hands on my hips.
Why had he just popped in my head like that?
I’d actually been able to avoid him this week after our
initial encounters the first day. That didn’t mean I hadn’t been
aware of him, though. In every hallway I walked down. In the
lunchroom where I knew he ate the same period as me. In the
parking lot where I could hear the loud exhaust from the truck
of Will GGrayson III—his best friend, I’d learned.
I was very aware of him in such proximity at school. And
when we weren’t at school, my mind still drifted to him way
more often than necessary. Rika and her friends had definitely
filled me in on what an enigma Damon Torrance had become