This is what I think Danny looks like. Pic above ^^^

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It seemed as though reality finally kicked in and Damon's scared look had my heart slamming against my ribcage. He slams me roughly against the wall before storming out and I close my eyes as I try to make sense of my life.

The fighting boys were oblivious to my plight and soon enough they were shoving and kicking each other through the door. Running a shaky hand through my hair I sighed deeply before heading back to my room. I knew I still had a full day of classes left but decided to skip since the pounding at the back of my head was starting to intensify.

The walk back to my dorm was slow and I kept my head down as I past dozens of classrooms, potheads and lecturers as they all took in my battered state. My watch told me it was almost lunch but even my appetite was gone and that was a rare something.

I cautiously turned the key in my lock and blew out a relieved breath when I discovered the room was empty. Discarding my clothes, I headed to the shower and turned on the tap. The hot water that hit against the floor immediately started to cloud the tiny room and I felt a shiver travel through my body as I stepped underneath.

I stood for a few minutes as I allowed the therapeutic feel to ease away my tensions and I lazily ran a hand across the now developing bruise on my stomach. Resting my head against the cold tile, I tried not to let the shocking pain at the back of my head affect me but the more the water covered my body, the more I wanted to scream.

When I felt like I'd tortured myself enough, I grabbed a towel and headed to my bed to get some much needed sleep. Drying off my skin, I pulled on my brief and shorts before popping some pills and snuggling into the tiny bed I'd grown accustomed to.

"Hey!"

I groaned softly as the door burst open and Danny walked in.

"He's not here Danny."

"Psh, I can clearly see that Chris. I'm not dense."

"So then leave. I'm having a really bad headache and I wanna sleep."

"But it's only 12 and Damon is nowhere to be found and his phone goes straight to voicemail."

"So."

"So?!"

I reluctantly got up as he sits on my bed and I wrap my sheet around me. "He's probably banging some unlucky girl, that's what he does best."

"I would have heard about it. The whole campus would have heard about it. I'm telling you, I checked everywhere."

"Well I don't know where he is."

"Hmm, this is interesting."

"Why do you need him?"

"We were supposed to practice for the game tomorrow."

"How awesome... Can you please go?"

"Are you coming?"

"Where?"

"To the game."

"No."

"Why don't you like sports?"

"Have you seen me?"

"Yeah you're skinny but that's why sports is awesome. Bulk you right up."

"I'm more of a geek."

"In Agriculture?" He asks, eyebrow cocked.

"I like farming."

"But you're smarter than that and not to mention, I've seen the drawings of Alexis."

"I like Agri okay... And what about you? You're clearly an Accounts genius yet all you waste your time on is Rugby and parties."

"My dad likes the sport."

"So."

"I'm... It's not important."

"No... Tell me."

"We don't get to see him often so by joining the team we finally have something in common."

"Oh... Your dad don't live with you guys."

"Nah, he has his own family now."

He leans back on both hands and the action causes his elbow to brush against my side and his thigh to press against mine. I try to not let it affect me but the heat from his body causes mine to heat up.

I spare a glance in his direction and his mind is elsewhere as his eyes are tightly shut. My gaze continues to travel down and I'm made all too aware of the guy sitting so close to me. His muscles are straining against his sports tee and his abs are well defined. I continue looking further down and my gaze settles on the joggers/track pants he wore. Although I see nothing, I can't help but imagine what it looked like and how different it was to mine.

I don't know what's going on with my hormones lately but I've been more and more aware of every male that comes a little too close to me.

"Do you ever just sit and imagine a different life?" Danny murmurs and my eyes snap up to his; that's completely trained on me.

"What?"

By now, my body's on fire and I place my hands on my lap in a desperate attempt to conceal my boner.

"Do you ever imagine a different life?" He repeats and still his gaze is glued to mine.

"I-I don't k-know what you mean."

He inhales deeply before sitting up and I watch as he rubs his eyes. "Never mind."

"Danny." I touch his arm and he turns to face me.

The desperate look in his eyes tells me he's fighting an internal battle and I'm dying to know what it is. Maybe he's gay like me but his dad is an egghead.

"It's never easy trying to please everyone. There comes a point in your life when you have to start thinking for yourself... you know?"

He inhales deeply and just stares at me; only breaking when his phone vibrates. Releasing his breath, he pulls away from my touch and smiles at the message before him.

"I... gotta go."

"What?" I respond as he hurriedly gets up.

"I just got a text from Crystal saying she's free for the rest of the day."

"Crystal the college slut?"

"Yup."

"Danny... seriously?"

"What?" He asks as he braces my desk.

"Her name clearly says it all... you can do better."

"Yeah but everyone else slept with her. If I don't it'll be a crime."

I roll my eyes as the old Danny came back. He rifles through my desk and smells each of my cologne before spraying one all over himself and then he uses the mirror to ensure he looked up to the part.

"How'd I look?"

He wraps his arms around his chest and poses. "Good." I respond sarcastically.

"Do I smell good too?"

"Fantastic."

He playfully slaps my cheek and winks before heading out and I fall against my bed as I was finally alone.