“Damien can you just talk to me?” I plead to Damien as he pulls out his maths book from his locker and slams it shut with so much force that all of the surrounding lockers shook.
Last night the only conversation we had was one word mumbles until I gave up trying to communicate. I wasn't about to waste my breath on someone who didn't want to talk to me until this morning when he was walking around the living mumbling curse words himself.
“Why? So you can lie to me more about the notes that Garry keeps sending you?” He fumes with his eyes slowly turning slightly red.
“It was one note, Damien, don’t get your plurals and singulars mixed up it just makes you look paranoid and quite stupid,” I tell him crossing my arms at how ridiculous he is being. His eyes drop down to my bag before he forc
