Competition | ❧Damian Wayne X Reader☙ |

Part 16

This chapter and every chapter after it, is unedited, therefore it will eventually be taken down, edited and published again.

The following weeks after G.Gordon's interview with the Wayne's and the Halloween party, your name was thrown back and forth numerous times in the hallways as you passed by and the paparazzi were trying their hardest to get pictures of you, practically bombarding you.

Though you absolutely hated the attention, but you knew this came with dating a Wayne. Damian made sure you weren't uncomfortable with the attention. You lied that you weren't, but inside you knew he wouldn't be able to do anything if you'd said you were, once something comes out there no way of stopping it.

It again was Friday, you were in your last period of the day Social Studies when your teacher gets a call, she informs you that you are wanted in the guidance counselor's office.

This was very shocking to you, for you were never called down there, you'd never done anything wrong to be there.

You walk down the halls, your footsteps echoed as you happened to be the only one out of class at that given moment.

You entered the main office and was greeted by the receptionist.

"What can I do for you Dearie?" she asked, the receptionist was a sweet elderly lady.

"I was called here to meet with Mr. Strange," you say, a bit nervous.

"Ah... yes. Please follow me," she says as she led me to his office.

Mr. Hugo Strange the guidance counselor, was a short, bald, Asian man who wore glasses similar to those Harry Potter wears but the frame was gold instead of black.

He was sitting at his desk doing some paperwork, when he saw you he motioned for you to sit down on one of the two chairs in front of him.

"Good afternoon Miss. (L/N)," he says, his fierce eyebrows raising.

"Good Afternoon."

You were getting more nervous by the second, you could feel a ball forming in your throat.

"I assume you don't know why you're here, correct?" he says, his voice daunting.

"Yes, Sir."

"Starting Monday you will be switching lockers," he says promptly.

"Pardon me, Sir?"

"Your switching lockers Miss. (L/N), this paper will tell you all the adequate information you require," he slides a paper across the desk to you.

"Sir, have I done something wrong?" you ask, surely there was a reason for this switch.

"No, you have not," he said plainly.

"Then why the reason for the switch, Sir?"

"Miss. (L/N) are questioning my authority?" he said, rather snarkily.

"No, Sir of course not I was just cur-"

"You are excused." he cuts you off.

You sighed, grabbed the paper and left his office, walking back to class. You swore there was something wrong with the faculty members here, that man along with a few other teachers here made your blood curdle.

You get back to Social Studies, today's topic was Political Science, which was particularly boring. Ultimately, you were glad you had an excuse to skip some of the lesson.

From across the room (B/F/N) gave you a worried glare. She always assumed the worse but you appreciated how much she cared about you, you were like sisters.