"Well, I'm sorry that I throw a tantrum whenever you have a date with her." I hiss. "Do whatever you want. I'm going to my room."
"Clarissa!" he growls as he grabs me and traps me against the wall. "I've seen you upset before but never this bad. What's going on? Tell me what's wrong. There must be something that's bothering you that's causing this change in your behavior."
We're both breathing hard, and the tension in the air has just doubled.
I can't tell him the truth. I can't say to him that I love him. I can't tell him I don't want to see him with her anymore. He wouldn't understand; he would think something was wrong with me.
"Damon?"
We both freeze. It was Anya's voice.
I turned to look at her, and she was glaring at us.
"Is something wrong?" she finally breaks the sile
