Clothed in our grief

Chapter fourteen

"Wait, do you have a crush on Dami? As in Damian Wayne? As in the guy who you knew nothing about until recently?! Aw man, that is so totally classic romance novel material right there!" The next day at school was fine, aside from Maps poking fun at you during lunch. Yes, last night was bad. It was really bad. So the next day at school only had to be better, right?

You ask her one question about Damian, and Maps jumps to the conclusion that you have some type of attraction to him. Which earned her the light punch on the shoulder, and the angry glare. She even decided to point out that you were wearing nail polish today, which you backed up saying you just got bored last night. Truth is, you really did get bored. But it was this morning, not last night.

It's lunch, and you're sitting with Maps, Colton, Olive and of course, yourself. Damian left campus about five minutes before lunch started, as he does every day. Lunch only just started a couple minutes ago. Yet Map's has already made six wise cracks about you and Damian. Especially with the Broadway 'Musical/plays' event coming up that you and Damian have to be practicing for.

"No- I don't have a thing for Damian. We're just playing corresponding parts in the event." You didn't know if you should call it a play or a musical, when you know there's at least three other acts. One of the other acts is Phantom of the Opera, you're just glad that you both got assigned to grease. You actually don't know if Damian's even seen grease, because whenever you make a joke or reference? He doesn't respond or just pretends not to hear it. If he hasn't seen it, then you're sure to throw the movie disc at him or literally drag him to your house and show him. Nobody should lack that. Seriously, it's Grease. Phantom of the Opera? You've seen the movie about a million times. IT was your favorite when you were little, but now you see some reality in it.

"Sandra and Danny. And I told you about the choreography club. You two should join! You both seem a 'little slow. But otherwise, I still have a point! You just meet Damian about a month goes by and now you're asking me about him? Scandals, my best pal." Maps teased you back, smirking and grinning and allowing those huge bug eye brown iris's of hers to grow wide.

"It's personal, I just have worry a little.." You mumbled, and waiting a second before continuing talking so Maps doesn't jump down your throat with more 'proof' that you have a thing for Damian.

"He has bruises all over his ribs. It's scary, and one time I could have sworn he came in with blood on his back. When I push too hard he doesn't seem to wince much, but one time I accidentally fell and shoved my hand into his chest. He actually groaned, really loudly too." You whispered, leaning over and covering the left side of your mouth with a hand while leaning into Maps small ear. A yellow dangle ear ring with a flower brushed against your nose, leaving you with a bit of an urge to pull away from her.

"What? This is his first year here, but everybody who knows about Bruce Wayne knows about his sons.Especially his biological one. My mom attends those fancy events, sometimes. Whenever I go with her I catch a bit of a glimpse of him. Last one I went to was when I was eleven, and things were totally stressed. I mean, you heard when Bruce Wayne had Amnesia right?" Maps whispered back, glancing at Olive and then looking away from the silver haired girl before going back to giving you her full attention.

"What? No I don't listen to rumors like that. I haven't been in Gotham long enough. I'll do my research when I get home, I guess. But what happened to Damian and his dad had amnesia?" You asked, narrowing your eyes slightly as the topic switched to something more serious.

"I mean, it's kinda known to the press and stuff that Damian was a rough kid. He'd always show up to events with bruises and stuff. Then some Private Investigator started looking into the other kids Bruce took in. Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, and even the one that died. His name was Jason? There's no way he died of tuberculosis, though. But let me get to my point."