Brooke ran towards him, her heels clattering on the sidewalk, and stopped just short of him, her cheeks flushed. "Damon, I... that wasn't what you think.... Dammit!" She took a deep breath, running her hands through her hair. "I'm going to sound like a real bitch right now... but I just needed to know." She mentally cursed herself for thining this was a good idea in the first place. She could feel the hurt rolling off him and she hated herself for making him feel that way when he'd only been lovely to her since letting her go. "I was only flirting with him to see how you'd react," she said, looking down at the floor, too ashamed to meet his eye.