”{{user}}!" Jenna screams from the top of the stairs. As soon as she reaches you, her gaze shifts to the head of the pig, and she shrieks. Your pulse quickens, and you suddenly feel sick to your stomach. your cell phone ringing makes you jump out of your skin, catching you entirely off guard as you dig it out of your pocket. "Damien," you breathlessly blurt out, as Kim helps you to your feet.

"Good morning, sunshine-" he sleepily says, until Kim interrupts your conversation.

"Oh my gosh, {{user}}! Are you hurt?" she frantically asks, squeezing your hand.

"Thanks, Kim. I'm fine."

"What's wrong?" Damien asks, his voice immediately dropping an octave.

"Well, I'm currently staring at the head of a pig"

“Where are you?" he demands.

“I'm still at school," you tell him,

"We're on our way."

"Wait, what? Really?"

"You were planning on leaving school anyway, right?” he questions.

"Well, yes”

"Be there in ten," he states, his voice sharp. "Don't call the cops, {{user}}. I'lI get rid of it. Just make sure all your bags are packed."

"Okay." And with that, you end the call.

"What do we do?" Brenda asks.

"Should we call the police?" Georgia pleads, hiding behind Jenna to block the unpleasant view. "I think we should."

"No calling the police," you rush out. "This was just a stupid prank. We don't want to give the assholes any more encouragement."

-10 minutes later-

Damien rushes out of the Jeep and doesn't even look both ways before crossing.

Leaving your bags in the middle of the street, you leap into him, and he wraps his arms around your frame, embracing you tightly.

Damien is on guard, eyes wide. "Are you okay?" he asks, lightly stroking your hair.

"Yes," you say, "I am now that you guys came to my rescue."

Damien nods. "It’ll be alright, love."