Damien's Vengeance

So this is how it is

So, before I start, I'd like to make one thing clear. I'm not your average meathead jock who has no clue what the hell to do with his life. I'm not a popular airhead who can't think for himself, and I swear to god, if anyone calls me a nerd who cannot defend himself, I will find them and show them what it's like to be defenseless and alone. I'm the most powerful but weak person you can meet because of my personality, but I also make sure that anyone I befriend will not be hurt or hurt anyone else. I'm the ambassador for my school's overseas team, captain of the swim team, dance organizer, and I have a particular knack for watching the football team on days I don't have swim practice.

I am Damien.

It started out as a clear day in September, my eyes to the public school setting that was supposed to be the resident high school being far beyond what it was back in its prime. What the drab school building needed was a face lift and a new administration that looks like it hadn't been there since the building was put up in 1822. I was walking out of the old hall, checking to see that I had my little brother's homework for the day and I run into this kid. Now he's not some big, buff jock who could pound my face to a pulp in a minute, but he's kinda beefy. Or pudgy, I can't tell right now because he's wearing a hideous Christmas-type sweater and it's making me sick just thinking about the damned thing. So he runs into me, and I have no clue on what to do besides the one thing I could think of.

I apologized, and then I screamed. Now, I was thinking at the time "oh my god, he might have important papers and now they're in the mud and getting ruined", but I noticed after a moment that he didn't have anything in his hands when I ran into him. He had a backpack slung over his shoulder, and his hot tea spilled all over my pants. The screaming was the instant reaction of the tea spilling on my dick and let me tell you, it burned. It burned bad. He looked at me with these sad emerald eyes, and I swear that my heart stopped beating for a second because DAMN. He was clumsy, but he was extremely hot. I could go on for days about how his hair literally looked like it was color selected off of Photoshop, or how his eyes reminded me of the rolling English hills. His skin was like a mix of alabaster and porcelain, the redness from the chilly weather making his face ever so slightly more warm-toned. His voice dripped like honey, and his lips were so soft looking, I could've just kissed him there- wait. Damien, you're straight, remember? So Mr. Sweet Face starts talking, and I think to myself "Dee, he's talking to you. Talk back!!" And what did my retarded ass say to him?

"Sorry about the tea. I wasn't seeing where I was going." WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT DEE?! THAT COULD'VE BEEN YOUR CHANCE TO SMOOTH THINGS OVER AND YOU SAID SORRY. WHAT THE FUCK, DORK!! God I'm such a failure. I freak out because he's talking again, but he's blushing and-- OH MY GOD I MADE HIM BLUSH HOLY FUCK!!!! Okay, Dee, focus. He's talking to you and you need to listen otherwise you'll say the wrong answer and piss him off and make him punch you. "I'm sorry, what?" Smooth one.

"I was asking if you wanted to go  with me to the cafe and buy me a new cup of tea since you made me spill mine..." he says, and I smile, the gap in my teeth showing with the grin, and I cover my mouth as soon as I notice. "Wait, you're the boy on the swim team, right? The one who sits on the bleachers and watches the football team when you don't have practice?" I nod slowly, my smile fading. Am I a freak? Does he think it's weird that I go and watch the practices when I have nothing better to do but wait for my brother to get out of the science club? "I see you all the time, and I hope you don't think that it's weird, but I watch the swim team when coach cancels practice."
okay, so I'm not a freak. He's so much like me, and it's scary that I can relate to this boy more than how I had been able to relate to him five minutes ago when I was basically fu- NO! YOU CAN'T THINK LIKE THAT DAMIEN. NO. I FORBID IT. He keeps talking, and I smile along and keep my eyes on his face, mostly his lips-- NO. STOP THAT SHIT YOU FUCKER. I see him smile and like that, he's gone. I'm still smiling like an idiot, and I hear the bell ring and my two idiotic friends stroll out of detention like they owned the place. I hate them so much, but at least they give me a reason to get out of my house and away from my overruling parents, annoying brother, and overworked sister who takes up everything my parents throw at her. I swear, someday she's going to die of an induced heart attack because of the stress. I can't stand to see my parents work her to death, but at the same time, I have about the same amount of stress for myself, and it's all brought on by my brother Eddward.