Crash Course

{Two-Damian}

     College will be fun, my mother said. You'll enjoy yourself, my mother said. Bullshit. Classes haven't even begun and I'm already hating this damn school. Too many bimbos and douchebags.

     I sighed and ran a hand through my naturally messy, black hair. Calm yourself Damian. Don't need another anger episode, especially not in public. I had just barely managed to get away from a group of ditzy, fake tittied bitches who were determined to get past my studded leather belt, but that wouldn't be happening any time soon.

I walked back towards my dorm to see if my roommates had arrived yet. Walking into the living room area, I saw a box on the couch that read Dylan Morris on the side in messy handwriting. Well, at least there's one guy here. With any luck, he won't be a douche.

Unfortunately for me, that's not the case. I walked into my room only to find a guy with long brown hair laying on my bed, playing my guitar. I felt anger build up inside me; nobody touches my guitars.

     "Excuse me," I said, sounding dangerously calm, "but what the fuck do you think you're doing?" His grey eyes snapped to my face. I heard him curse under his breath before he got up, dropping my guitar on the bed and making it bounce and hit the floor.

     My eyes widened in pure rage. I ran at him, making him yell in fear and cower. However, I was more worried about my guitar. Thankfully it wasn't damaged. I glared at him, making him shake like a leaf. Good, he's afraid.

     "Do you wanna tell me why the fuck you were in MY room touching MY damn stuff?!" I was furious.

     He let out an unmanly whimper and replied with a shaky voice, "I-I'm sorry man! I-I didn't m-m-mean to! I w-was just curious! I was g-gonna put it b-back!" Ha, like that helps your case. I decided to let him off the hook this time, but only because we were roommates.

     "Get the hell out and stay out. Don't enter my room without permission, got it?" He nodded frantically and ran out, slamming the door on his way out. I heard another slam and guessed he had fled to his own room.

     Wimp.

     I put away my guitar and looked around the room. Thankfully, nothing else had been touched. I sighed, calming myself down. My stomach growled loudly. Maybe lunch will help me cool off.

     I walked out of my room, making sure to lock my door before leaving the dorm. Can't have that jerk going back in there, now can we? I grabbed an apple from the prestocked fridge on my way out. Hopefully the student union has better food.

     I looked around, looking for a good place to eat. I was tired of fast food, but it was all I could afford for now. Maybe some Chick-Fil-A will do.

     My thoughts were interrupted by a loud clattering noise and a bunch of giggles. Lo and behold, the bimbos from earlier had tripped a poor girl. I scoffed at them and walked up to the girl.

     "Hey, are you okay?"

     I was met with a pair of deep brown eyes when she looked up. I'll have to admit, she's beautiful.

     "Yeah, I'm just peachy. Other than having my lunch wasted." Her southern accent was strong and hot damn was it adorable.

     I reached out my hand. "How about we get you off the floor?" I helped her to her feet and returned the smile when she smiled at me. An obviously annoyed huff was heard from the table of bitches-in fact, from the queen bitch herself, Mariah Nichols.

     The girl shrugged and began picking up her food. I wanted to help, but by the time I had a chance, she was already done.

     "Well thanks for the help. I'm gonna go buy lunch, again. Maybe I'll see ya 'round." She said as she stood back up.

     I frowned a bit. "Let me buy you lunch." What? I couldn't let the poor girl spend all her money.

     She raised an eyebrow and asked, "Why would you wanna do that?"

     I smiled kindly. "You're obviously not from around here. I'm guessing that it's your first day. Think of it as a way to make up for a crappy welcome to Chicago." Okay, maybe I'm flirting a bit. But who can blame me? She's hot!

     "Okay, I'm Allie, by the way. Allie Scott."

     "Damian. Damian Thomas."

     "It's nice to meet you Damian."

     "Likewise, Allie."

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Sup bitches! I'm Tragedy, the other half of this awkward duo. Nerdy already explained the sitch with how we're writing this, so if you didn't read that, go back to the nice little chapter before this and READ THAT SHIT. Or don't, it's your choice :3 Don't judge my weirdness or the weirdness of my partner, Nerdy. Hope ya like our story!

TRAGEDY, OUT!!!