His Name Was Damian

twelve

Naomi

It's weird how you can spend an entire night with a person and then they fall off the face of the earth. After Damian left my house, I haven't heard from his since - I haven't even seen him in school.

"What's on your mind," Melanie asks in between eating a french fry.

"Nothin'," I reply.

EVERYTHING

But I wasn't about to tell her about Damian.

"I'm just really tired - I should've gotten more sleep honestly instead of staying up so late."

She nods her head, "Understandable, so just tell me what's on your mind later."

Just as I was about to respond nothing was wrong, the schools' it girl began walking up to me. Lyla Matthews storms up to my table, her heels clicking in time with my heartbeat.

"Are you Naomi? Naomi Johnson," She asks, her jaw ticking.

I continue to eat my fruit as I respond, "Um yes? Why?" I make eye contact with Melanie and she shakes her head as if she doesn't know what this is about.

Lyla drops down to my level or eyes level to each other, "So you're friends with Damian now huh?"

"Yes and?"

"Well I just want you to know that you're a freak by association. You're life is going to be a living hell when he tries to leave again. Don't expect shit from a selfish person like him."

Her words sting me, not because of what she said, but because of who it was about.

"Look, I get that you two used to date and everything and you're probably hurt over it," I start. "But you don't have to come up to me and tell me I'm a freak by association. I know what I have gotten myself into and I don't care. The only person who's selfish around here is you."

She sneers at me, "You have some fucking nerve to talk to me that way."

"No, you have some fucking nerve to talk to her that way," Melanie says, standing up and getting in Lylas face.

"She sure fucking does."

A voice that isn't mine cuts through the tension between us three. I look behind Lyla and see Damian, Xavier, and a girl I don't recognize.

Damian looks worn out- his eyes were bloodshot, not to mention the bags under his eyes.

"Dude this is your ex," Xavier asks. "Well I'll be damned... you were tied down to a fucking witch."

"You're telling me," Damian mumbles.

Melanie and I try to hold back our laughs as Lyla turns red in her face.

"I'm standing right fucking here," She yells, stomping her heel into the ground.

Damian smirks, " I really don't give a fuck if you're standing right there."

Lyla was taken back by his language.

Damian never cussed before.