Damien was one of those guys who'd ask "Where's my hug?" He did, but it's only because he genuinely liked hugs, mainly receiving them, especially from you.

Today was no different. You were at your locker, some of the mean girls at your school were watching Damien, biting their bottom lips, playing with their hair, and giggling, but he didn't pay mind to them, he just walked to you. "Ma, where my hug at?"