-Damian POV-
It had all been such a disaster.
He'd forgotten the flowers that he'd wanted to bring for her, bright pink ones that matched her hair perfectly that the store owner had recommended for him, and that smelled so nice.
Then as he raced to meet her at the spot where Alistair had written in the letter that Ewen and Emile had successfully (surprisingly enough) overread, Mr. Henderson had stopped and began talking to him, telling him how he'd grown up to be such an elegant young man. While Damian had enjoyed the praise, his thoughts had been racing the whole time, worried that he would be too late.
At last when he'd finally managed to make his escape, rushing into the courtyard, their faces were so close together. Had he already asked her? Was he too late? As he ran closer to them, he noticed that Anya looked so uncomfortable. He wanted to kill Alistair at that moment, his fists curling up by his side without him even noticing.
As he got closer, he grabbed Alistair to make sure he wouldn't lay a finger on her. Damian needed to get rid of him.
"Don't finish what you were saying, or you'll regret it."
The words came out so naturally that he was almost surprised by it, but he made sure to not show any sign of this. Confidence was key, that's what Ewen had said, or was it constipation? It didn't matter anyway. He was the hero. He, Damian Desmond, was going to get the girl, and finally win.
But of course, he was wrong again.
"Or what? You'll beat me with those already bloodied hands? You'll destroy my reputation and make me an outcast? You'll hurt yet another person? Damian Desmond, despite all your friends and popularity, all you are is just a big crybaby who can't express his feelings like a normal person."
Those words rang through his ears, all those lies that he'd perfectly hand crafted to secure his reputation, to make sure that he would never be alone, that he was loved, Alistair had seen right through them with such ease. He doubled back, almost crumbling to the ground. Impossible.
Tears began to cloud his eyes, making it harder and harder to see, but he pushed them away, focusing on what was now happening between Anya and Alistair.
Her hands were on his shoulders, and she looked furious. His mouth opened in surprise,
She was rejecting him? Why? It was so unlikely for her to get another date and yet she said no to the one guy that agreed with how she felt about him, Damian. She was insane.
As Alistair walked away, she rushed to his side, Damian could feel the heat rising in his cheeks as she asked him if he was okay. His mind raced with joy; she was talking to him again. He couldn't believe it. She caved in first for once,
"I shouldn't be talking to you. I promised-"
He tried to tease, though he soon after realized that he probably sounded so idiotic. It didn't matter as she pressed a finger to his mouth,
"Don't worry about it."
His face turned completely red when she walked away, her hair swishing from side to side, that goddamn pink hair that he couldn't forget about. God she was so beautiful. The way she pressed her finger against his mouth god he was-
Damian brushed off his clothes and hurried into the bathroom.
He barged into a stall of the abandoned bathrooms and unzipped his pants quickly, holding his shaft in one hand and rubbing it with the other. Thoughts of her
touching him
kissing him
fucking him filled his mind as he held onto it, trying to find release. He tried so hard to make no sound, but small little moans kept coming out of his mouth. She was too fucking beautiful and he couldn't take it anymore.
The hand that wasn't holding him grabbed onto the railing of the stall as he came, his cum in the toilet as he zipped up his pants, ashamed. It was impossible for them to be together. He shouldn't have such thoughts about her, he thought, flushing the toilet and washing his hands in the sink. She would be so disgusted if she knew such a thing. He couldn't bear to see the look on her pretty face.
He walked back to class, trying his best to stop thinking about her so he could focus on his multivariable calculus classwork. The teacher was already displeased that he had missed so much class and had come back so late from the lunch break.
Emile looked at him,
"So did the mission go well, Boss? Did you make sure that the runt will never be loved or happy?"
Damian turned to face him, furious, gripping his chair so that he wouldn't do something worse to one of his closest friends,
"Fuck off, Emile."
Ewen started laughing, pointing at Emile, with the teacher throwing the three a glare,
"Detention. Today. After school."
Anya turned to look at them, Damian could feel his face heating up. Was this karma for what he had done earlier?
Her pretty mouth curved into a small smile, those lips he wanted to kiss so badly, as she turned back, probably to scribble some nonsense on her worksheet as she normally did.
