I groggily walked to lunch, by myself of course, as Ramos was with his rugby friends while I was stuck by myself. I hadn't gotten much sleep, after yesterday I've had unsettling thoughts that kept me up; xxx rated ones.

I've avoided looking at Damien, it's weird but every time I look at him my face heats up and I get this weird feeling in my gut. I can't be falling for the trigger fists already.. no way not after I've seen him beat the living daylights out of people, do I have no fear?

But damn is he hot... and seemingly kind... here I go letting it get to my head again.

In my daydreaming state I didn't even notice my brother who came barreling my way in a fit of rage, who grabbed me by the arm and dragged me to the nearest bathroom. I tried getting out of his grasp and telling him to let go but it was no good.

He practically pushed me into lavatory, as he told everyone to get out. Even worse, my fear spiked when he locked the door. I backed up from him towards the sinks, oh he's going to kill me for real this time.

"You bastard, I told you to stay away from me" he growled out slamming his feet on the ground and grabbed me by the jacket; slamming me against the sinks. I hissed in pain as my lower tail bone collided with the marble counter. What's his problem?!

"I have! What's wrong with you!" I hissed grabbing at his arm, he was way too strong to overpower and he had a couple inches on me as well, I definitely feel like the younger brother when I'm not.

"By me I mean all of my friends including Damien, I let it slide with Ramos, but after yesterday's stunt your starting to piss me off"

"I'm not close with Damien! He's just been nice to me that's all, I figured your the reason he was being cool with me" I countered but it was a lie I knew he wouldn't have asked Damien to take it easy on me. He glared deadly and sent a punch right to my gut and I buckled down to the ground, the wind was knocked out of me and I flinched into the fetal position protecting my head Incase he started to kick; it was on instinct ofcourse.

"Stop cowering like an ant; I can't believe you're related to me. Come on snap on me, I want to see you crack again so dad can disown you" He hissed putting his foot on my hands that protected my head. Then gave a swift stomp and I let out a yell; I didn't speak I simply held my head tighter.

"Pussy; Now, I'll say this once, loud and clear. I am the ONLY heir of the Giotto family, I won't let you fuck up what's rightfully mine" he went stepping harder on me and I hissed at the pressure on my skull.

"So quit the chatter with Ramos, I don't care how you do it; same with Damien. Once more and you're little secrets are out, Psychopath " he continued then removed his foot, I didn't move or flinch when he did so, I was scared to move. I heard the door unlock then close signifying he had left.

I didn't cry but I didn't move from my spot right away, I laid there as if frozen. What the hell can I do now, he's gonna snitch if I don't separate myself from them.

I gotta think.

...

I finally reached the dorm room and fell gently on my bed. My body hurt due to the whooping Craven gave me, I had wanted to skip class badly but it was best to just bite my tongue and get through it.

I ignored Ramos as much as possible and made sure I didn't even look at Damien. I'll have to talk with him about what happened with me and craven, ofcourse leaving some of the grittier details.

I just need to figure out how to convince Ramos to stop talking to me; I could ask him politely but he seems too stupid and nosey to mind his own business. I like him I do; he's a great funny guy but i can't risk it if craven does snitch about me, I'll truly have no friends and even worse they might turn on me.

The idea of Ramos hating me... and even Damien. It's a sad feeling and it makes me just want to lay down and cry. I laid on my bed in thought, for a long time as it seems because Damien had walked in from his training. I laid there tight lipped with a frustrated expression on my face, I stared at his face intently, trying to figure how to start the conversation.

He knew about my relationship with Craven so it'd be easier to explain, hopefully. Damien met my stare and gave a tilt of his head, most likely in confusion.

"Does your stomach hurt?" He asked and I shook my head rapidly a bit surprised, does he know that Craven punched me earlier? No way, it still kinda hurts, my stomach, but not like it did earlier. I groaned and sat up, raising my knee to put my chin on top of it. My heart beat fast, nervous to ask such a bold demand of him.

'Hey can you stop talking to me' wasn't exactly the nicest think I can say and who knows how he'll take it.

Maybe I was to entranced in my own thoughts to not notice him reach out for me, but the sudden skinship on my forehead from his hand made me scoot back from him on reflex. I looked at him wide eyed as I blushed slightly, did he just touch me?!

"I was just checking for a fever" he said simply and again went out to touch my forehead, this time I didn't flinch but looked down at my legs in slight embarrassment. He always does what he wants as I've discovered, he has no idea about personal space.

"I'm not sick I just-" I said, gently removing his hand from my face, flustered by his palm.

"I need to talk to you about... something..." I muttered, and his eyebrows raised in confusion but most of his face stayed monotone. He sat on his bed across from, staring at me now waiting for me to speak.

I scratched the back of my neck, how do I start this off, I looked around the room, anywhere but at him.

"You see... you know me and Craven are brothers right? Well... he kinda doesn't want us to be... friends" I said with hesitations and he bolted right up immediately making me flinch by his sudden movement.

"What?" He asked angrily and lord did I not expect this.

"Listen-listen! It's not a big deal ok, you guys were friends first he's just feeling territorial" I tried to explain with a reassuring tone but he still looks angry as hell.

"It is a big deal, he won't tell you what you can and can not do. You are mine, I don't care about him" he growled out and the pure shock I felt from his words hit me. My jaw dropped when he called me his, he must mean.. as a friend- thats gotta be it. I shook off my flustered expression and stood putting my hands on his shoulders and sat him back down on his bed, which he let me do ofcourse. I'm not exactly afraid of him anymore, so i tend to get touchy with him more then the average person would ever with him.

"I know we're friends I do; we don't need to stop being friends- just in the public eye and especially in front of him ok." I explain and he had a nasty glare but I figured it wasn't aimed at me. It was gutsy of me to label us as friends, but I figured that's what Damien thought of us as; and being his friend wasn't bad at all I quite enjoy the idea.

"But-"

"Please, don't mention this to craven and just do as I say. If I get any more on his bad side he'll make it a living hell for me" I explained without giving too many details on just exactly how he would. He stayed silent as I sat back down, seeing as he visibly calmed down. I thought he'd take it better then this but I was wrong.

"Did he say something to you today?" He grumbled his hands clasped together on his thighs, angrily squeezing with his veins popping out of his sexy ass arms.

"Uh, yeah. It was just a stern talking to, he didn't do anything or whatever but he threatened to get me in trouble with our dad- and I can't really deal with any of that right now; you understand right?" I lied straight through my teeth, and I hoped Damien wouldn't notice. He stayed silent and it looked like he was sulking almost.

"If... that's what you want I'll keep away from you" he muttered still angry and I grinned, leaning over and patting his shoulder.

"Thanks dude it means a lot" I praised but red flags popped up when I saw a ghost of a smirk appear on his face.

"But only if you come and cheer for me at the upcoming game" he instantly replied; I almost coughed out a lung. He wants me to cheer at the upcoming rugby game, with all the popular kids... and the rich parents, and god maybe even my father will be there. I was planning on staying in my dorm, comfy and asleep.

"I don't know about tha-"

"Then no deal" he said bluntly with no expression and I wanted to scream and slam on the bed. I knew it wouldn't be this easy.

"URGH... fine, fine! Not my scene but I'll go, and cheer like the loner I am" I replied with a groan.

He held his hand out to me and I glared at him; he thinks he's such a comedian.

"So deal?"

"...deal" I murmured shaking his hand.

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Slow slow updates sorry y'all 😭