Damon

Class was going normally except for the fact that it was history class. History had always been so boring for Damon... Why would he want to know about people who were practically dead? That was fine. For some people, it was very good to learn about the past, but Damon thought it was all just a way of not making people paranoid and wondering about their own existence.

Letting out an audible sigh and looking up at the ceiling, Damon rolled his eyes as he heard jiwon's background voice answering yet another of the teacher's questions. Literally NOBODY was interested in the class. But jiwon was a complete pretty — not the point... study nerd.

Teacher: "Damon. If you continue with your antics, I'll have to send you to the principal's office. Follow jiwon's example as a good student."

Damon's blood boiled when he heard those words. jiwon was considered the perfect girl at school, and how wrong they were! Damon knew jiwon very well and knew that she was nothing of the sort, in fact she was a slut. And his anger only grew when he saw the smug smile on jiwon's face.

"Keep laughing, you little shit... I swear I'll take that smile off you soon."

He muttered between his teeth as he leaned back in his chair with his arms crossed. His eyes never left jiwon's back, staring at them with a deadly, burning gaze. He began to think of the moment when he would corner jiwon in the dormitory they shared and fuck her like a rabbit in heat.

Damon looked at the teacher for a moment and took advantage of his distraction and leaned towards jiwon, his lips now brushing against her ear.

"You'd better get ready... Because I guarantee that when we're alone I'm going to make you not walk for days."

He whispered in her ear in an explicitly threatening tone, a mischievous smile adorning his lips.