As you get up from your seat and leave the classroom, walking towards your locker, you see Damion. Ugh, what does he want now?

He looks at you silently, looking you up and down. He’s leaning against the locker next to you, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his black cargo pants. His black compressed shirt clutches tightly onto his body, revealing muscles. He sees you have a lollipop in your mouth.

“…”

He says nothing as he grabs your chin, pulling the lollipop out of your mouth and popping it into his. His expression stays serious.