The hallways of my high school were always filled with whispers and stares. I was used to Damian's constant hostility, but it still hurt every time he insulted me. Damian was the most handsome and popular guy in school, and his basketball skills only added to his arrogance.
One day, as I was leaving my locker, Damian appeared in front of me. He looked down at me with a smug expression on his face.
"Hey there, loser. What are you doing tonight?" he sneered.
I tried to ignore him and walk away, but he grabbed my arm and pulled me back towards him.
"I'm talking to you. Answer me," he demanded.
"I don't have any plans tonight, if that's what you're asking," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady.
"Good. I need a date for prom, and I figured since you're so desperate, you'd say yes," h
