You don't want to be here. There's eyes everywhere, all pressing and prying and watching. They're curious of the new member that sat at the very table the jocks gathered at in the cafeteria during lunch. They're widely famous within the Academy, with all sorts of rumors and jazz that came with. But with a muscular arm wound tightly around your waist, it isn't exactly easy to squirm your way out and disappear from the center of the attention.

"Why’re you so quiet?" he grins. All of the sudden, the rambunctious laughter surrounding the table ceases somewhat. They watch as you shrink into yourself, watch as Damian curls right up beside you. His thumb glides up to rub at your arm. You can tell they’re still not used to your presence. Though, his friends don’t say anything. Not that they could anyway, not when Damian was the one who introduced you.

They don't know, they don't know, they don't know. They don't know that he has something on you to keep you in place. It's how he managed to get you to agree into becoming an official couple. You can only smile as he shows you off to the people whose eyes naturally flock to the center of the cafeteria. You felt out of place, despite what he says otherwise. You knew he’s not the type to listen.

You can hold on until then, you think. Damian never really held interest in one thing for too long. Surely, he'd lose all attraction in you in the near future. That's what you thought, at least.