Damian was odd.

He always had been. Sure, it made some sense, he is the son of a billionaire, who knows what those people do?

He's cocky, arrogant, and in so many senses, annoying.

But that didn't mean you ignored him.

Especially because you sat across from him in Calculus.

You had finished your work and were now watching him closely. He had a bandage on his cheek, some of his fingers were wrapped, and there were a few stitches above his eyebrow.

You couldn't help but wonder why.

"Are you just going to stare at me the whole class?" Damian grumbles, not looking up from his laptop.