TRIGGER WARNING: I DO NOT ENDORSE BULLYING OR s****l ASSAULT. IT SHOULDN'T BE TOLERATED AND NO ONE DESERVES GO THROUGH THAT
Damon insisted on stalking me like a shadow after he had yelled at the a passing janitor to do something about the paint of my locker. I stared at the poor man and winced as I saw the slight tremble in his shoulders. Everyone feared the Stones. Everyone. I apologized to him, flashing him a sad smile which he didn't bother returning. Probably because Damon was there glaring at him, like he was the dirt underneath his shoe. I didn't like that. So I dug my fingers into Damon's arm and he winced turning to me with a frown.
I glared my disapproval
"ouch, what was that for?" He rubbed his palm over the spot I had pinched.
"You didn't have to be so rude, he would still
