Zyna’s POV

I ran along, before the beast changed his mind and decided to dump his young dumb blond and change into his tracksuit, ready to bother my existence.

“Freaking bastard!” I screamed to myself.

Somehow the anger and hurt and frustration I felt made me run faster.

Damon was such a wrong choice, and everyday of the past nine years has cemented that fact.

The libido driven moron couldn't even remember that he'd placed me on a curfew. But that was good for me, thanks Erica.

One problem down, well, till I get home. The next was how to get to Zac's.

I'd be such a fool to ever...