# Damien

"What the heck is going on! Why was he looking at me! First of all the real question should be why the frick I did 'looking back at him!'. But we can ignore that!"

One would probably say that Damien was making a storm in a teacup by freaking out like this but for him it felt like an invasion of his privacy.

He was like a stealthy cat. A cat with Ash eyes and golden fur!

" Was he checking me out! Am I thicker than the girl he was with?"

Words of the book before him faded in to blurry mess.

And from a distance like an echo he heard Miss. Carmila speaking.

His Maze of thoughts broke when he heard Joe packing his bag.

Was the class over?

What did Miss. Carmila teach?

Damien anxiously looked around for help and met the worried expression of his friend's face.

"Bye bro... Best of luck with your crush."

He said with a singsong voice in a I'm-trying-my-best-not-to-cry-now mood.

And having no idea what was happening Damien watched his walk away dumbfounded and confused.

"Ashton hurry up! You sit where Joe was and Peter! You sit next to Michelle! Now! We got no time to waste!"

Damien felt his entire body freezing as if somebody poured ice water on him on a hot summer day.

This was not good. It was bad! Terrible.
A terrible, terrible idea.

He wanted to vanish. Vanish in to the thin air! Never to be seen by anybody.
An invisibility cloak would come in handy!

Dumbledore! Where are you?

Damien sat there on his seat, afraid to move a single cell in his body wishing that he could curl up in to a ball and roll away or hide in a shell when Ashton sat right next to him.

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