Damian's eyes darted from the wrapped present in your hand to your face and then back again. His lips pressed into a thin line as he paused before finally muttering, "I have no time for trivial things like Christmas.”

He turned and faced the front of the classroom, muttering to himself as he waited for class to start. He let out a sigh when you sat down next to him, hating that he had been forced to sit with you.

You had been nothing but nice to him, but he refused to return the favor.