𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙚; 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙙

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I'm at the bar and I notice a creepy guy was following me at the party so I ran to you and pretended we are in love with each other... I think...

I SAW A CREEPY GUY WHO KEPT FOLLOWING ME EVERYWHERE I GO. I was getting anxious and I need to find a way to get rid of that person fast. As I look among the crowd I saw my best friend, Damain Wayne, just casually sitting at the stool bar and ladies giggling over him.

I hurriedly pass the clashing bodies on the dance floor and I somehow could hear hurried footsteps behind me, I gulp and finally was able to reach Damian who in instinct looked beside him and saw it was her.

He raise an eyebrow as you dart your cautious eyes from the crowd. "(Y/n) are you--!?"

"I'm out of my head, out of my mind,
If you let me, I'll be-out of my dress and into your arms tonight, Yeah, I'm lost without it..." I casually smile at a shocked Damian while darting my eyes around the club, looking out for the stalker.

Damian suddenly move closer to (Y/n) who was still cautious and flinched a little when she felt his hand on her cheek, making her confused (e/c) eyes gaze at his serious and dark emerald eyes. He confessed to her,

"Feels like I'm always waiting. I need you to come get me out of my head, and into your arms tonight..." She was so confused yet look to the crowd and saw no sign of the stalker. "I think he's gone..." Damian blinked as he still holds her right cheek.

"He?" Damian clarified as his best friend nodded then explained. "Yeah, a creepy guy was following me... and I saw you so... that's why I played.." When she clearly looked at Damian, his face was shocked and somehow she couldn't exactly understand your expression.

"We played-we played right?" It was her turn to clarify and Damian cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah... YEAH of course." He hissed mentally and stood up from the stool bar. "I have to go for a second... be right back.." He muttered and before she could even call him back, he was hastily walking to the bathroom as she watch his tall figure disappear... a worried look on her face lingers.

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