# Damien

" What! Do you think my taste is that bad? "

Damien tried to walk before his friend on the way back to their class.

"Well. You said you like fish and chips the other day"

"NO. I DIDN'T"

Damien denied.

"Yes, you did."

"Why do think that I like... Ashton"
Damien asked, his voice fading as the sentence ended, his eyes set at the very end of the corridor where their class was.

Speaking of the devil, there he was. Ashton. He was leaning onto the wall right next to the classroom door with his legs slightly parted, a girl leaning on one thigh. GROSS!

Yuck!

Some people should really need to learn how to behave in public. Like Ew! Don't call him straight phobic but that was not okay! If one of them were moving they would look like they were grinding!

The very thought made Damien's face heat up. And he felt a thunderbolt of coldness running down his spine when he heard someone whispering right into his left ear. Joe, how creepy can you get?

"You. Are. Staring!"

"What the fuck! Joe, you almost killed me!"
Hissed the embarrassed.

"Oh don't be that dramatic!". Said Joe adjusting his boxy glasses.

And as they walked past them Damien unconsciously stepped away from the side where Ashton and his friends were and walked to Joe's left side.

And his eyes were glued to the floor taking a keen interest in the dull-looking scratched tiles.

And something told him that Ashton was looking. Looking at him.

Therefore just a second before stepping into the class, Damien turned his head back and looked at Ashton. And to his ultimate surprise, Ashton was staring right at him.

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Have a nice day!