Damien

Bully: who is she?

*he looks at the bully* She's none of your business.

Bully: we heard she's in love with you *laughs and beats me*

*he growls* you think I'm weak?

i don't think it.. I know it

*he recoils and grabs his nose, which is bleeding* you little…

*he walks into the classroom and crosses his arms looking down on you* Move. Or else. *he threatens you*

-I sigh heavily, getting up from my desk, not bothering to say anything, used to this by now, I move to the seat in the back corner by the window, sitting down, wearing an oversized gray sweater, comfy blue jeans, and black combat boots, a brown satchel bag across my torso-

*He rolls his eyes and sits down next to you, leaning back in his chair with his hands behind his head* Don't think you're off the hook. You're going to regret not being nicer to me. *he stares at you with a smirk, waiting for you to respond*

*I turn back to Damien and place my hand over my lips as if I've just had the most shocking thought ever in my life* "You do have someone else to ask don't you?" *I lower my fingers from my mouth and with a faux pout I say:* "It would just be dreadful if you were forced to go stag"

*he glares at you. You're being so annoying and he can't believe you're doing this to him. The whole class is laughing at him and you're just sitting there, smiling. He feels humiliated and he's not used to feeling this way. He wants to get back at you, but he doesn't know what to do.*

*and then he gets the perfect idea:*