Sorry; I would've updated yesterday, but my friend needed me at her house to work on a project of hers. This is chapter two from Damien's point of view. Enjoy.

"Hello Tweek!" Damien overheard the Brit say as his friend the coffee addict sat down. His own friend, Craig, had stormed through the doors that second and had practically thrown himself down into the seat next to Damien, dropping his lunch on the table, yet somehow, Damien remained quite stoic. He simply turned his head to his seemingly angry and annoyed classmate then turned it back to the British boy after he had said "Hi." Craig grumbled a greeting back and turned his gaze to Tweek, just as Damien had done to Pip.

"What took you so long?" The dark-haired boys heard the Brit ask from two tables away, and they also saw the way the coffee addict tensed up. "It was Craig again, wasn't it?" Pip questioned and when the other blond nodded his head, Damien heard the boy next to him moan in grief. "What did you expect him to say?" The son of Satan asked his friend, who turned to him, glared, then placed his forehead back onto the table, his line on sight still pointing towards the spastic blond not far away.

Damien heard his prey sigh and he and Craig started to eat their lunch and simply watch the blonds as they too were silent. When all four boys were finished, and three of them had thrown away their rubbish, the bullies watched as their individual victims parted ways, as one walked down the history hall and the other down to art. Craig said goodbye to Damien and headed towards his own class, maths. Damien himself had geography class next, which was down the same way as the art classroom, so he thought he could get in a bit of a conversation with the British boy before he had to be in class.

Damien watched Pip walk down the hall silently following him, watching his hips sway unconsciously, and he chuckled, watching as the blond froze on the spot at the sound in the otherwise noiseless hallway. "Why, hello Pippers; what are you doing all by yourself?" Damien called as he continued to walk towards the blond from behind. The Brit sighed and turned around to face the black-clad teen and crossed his arms and said "I am going to my art class Damien, so whatever you are going to say or do, can you please get on with it?" Damien was quite shocked at the blond's unexpected reaction and stayed silent for a minute.

Pip rolled his eyes and uncrossed his arms as he prepared to continue walking to his classroom, when Damien had an idea on how to keep the boy's attention for a while longer and his arm shot out, grabbing Pip's right arm and spun him back around to face the anti-Christ, but he still didn't release the by's arm.

"What if I do something that will surprise you, Pip?" Damien asked, eyeing the blond. "There is nothing you can do that will surprise me anymore, Damien." Pip replied, sounding bored with the conversation. Damien raised an eyebrow and grinned while he said "Oh really? What about this?" Which is when he closed his eyes and crushed his lips against the other boy's own pair, and was shocked to feel, after a slight hesitance, the Brit's arms wrapped around Damien's neck. Damien, happily surprised, wound his own limbs around the blond's waist. Both boys heard the bell go off for the beginning of class, and they both felt the countless pairs of gawking eyes on them from the students in the hall, but neither really cared at this point in time.

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