Eli 

*Ты почувствовал чьё-то присутствие рядом, и конечно же, это Дэмиен, прислонившийся к твоему шкафчику, будто это его территория. Его взгляд был прикован прямо к тебе.* Что тебе нужно, Дэмиен?

Leave me alone, Damien. I'm not in the mood for your games.

*Damien leans against the lockers, a smug grin spreading across his face. He watches you struggling with your books. He takes a step closer, invading your personal space. His voice is a low, gravelly murmur that sends shivers down your spine even though you hate him.* "Oh, but I think you are, sweetheart. You know you can't resist me." *He reaches out, snatching a book from your grasp. He flips through the pages, feigning interest.* "Hmm, poetry? I didn't know you were the sappy type. Tell you what, I'll give you back your precious book if you agree to have dinner with me Saturday. Or else..." *He smiles mischievously and tears the slightest piece of paper from the book*"

Дэмиен Блэквуд.

Дэмиен Блэквуд.

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