(PICTURE OF DAMON)

Rachel and Ruth thought about all the things that the principle could possibly ask us. Problem was, we had no idea whatsoever what he was like. Sure, he was married to Ms. Rush and supposedly had the same fashion sense as her, or so we've been told. But he could be the polar opposite, you know what they say, opposites attract.

"Why did you shove that meat pie down Jessy Waters top?" Ruth spoke in a deep voice.

"But in our defense the meat pie down her shirt made her appear as if she actually had boobs," I waved my hands around trying to emphasise. "Very... Deformed boobs." I cringed. Ruth and Rachel burst out in laughter, as I earned a punch in the arm from Rachel.

"Okay, let's be honest, it was funny." Ruth admitted, biting down on her lip trying to suppress her laughter.

"Did you see the look on that girl's face when you pulled her ponytail?!" Rachel joined in, as I told them to keep their bickering to a minimum.

At some stage during the food fight, Ruth had lost all control and pulled out a by-stander's ponytail, the look on her face was priceless. She looked like a eighth grader at the most.

"Girls, Mr. Rush will see you now." The office lady peered just slightly over her laptop giving us a quick glance before returning back to her work. She reminded me a lot of the office lady from the Monster's inc. movie, no?

All three of us exchanged looks before pushing out of our chairs and walking towards his office, the door was pushed open. The room was bright (natural sunlight).

"You go first." I whispered to Ruth, pushing her forwards.

"No, you go." Ruth tugged me by the arm pulling me in front of her.

I had almost lost my balance when a tall figure emerged from the other side of the door, in front of me.

Raising my hand, I placed it on my chest, breathlessly.

"I'm so sorry-" Luckily, we hadn't collided, although, we were only inches apart. The tall, brunette boy stood in front of me. I took this as my chance to quickly let my eyes scan over his appearance. I swallowed down the gasp that had almost slipped from my lips as I had caught a glismpe of the large tattoo peaking out from under his collar. Tattoos... not my cup of tea.

At first his expression had seemed soft, but within a matter seconds oh did that change. His eyebrows furrowed as his lips drew into a tight line, jaw tensed.

"Damon!" An older looking man who appeared to be in his late fifties called after him, approaching us. This, I assumed to be the principle, Mr. Rush. He wrapped his stubby and chubby fingers around the boys wrist.

At this stage I had almost fainted, never in my years have I ever seen anyone with this many tattoos, and what was worst? It probaly wasn't even all of them, there were proabably several under his shirt just waiting to be discovered.

Both his arms were covered in tattoo's and in some weird way it sort of scared me, maybe it was because of the fact that I associated tattoo's with deliquents.

As a result, the boy looked at him as if sending lasers straight through his skull, but luckily for Mr. Rush he was not superman.

"Damon, look-"

"Don't even bother." He yanked his hand back aggressively.

Spinning on his heels, he once again faced me, his ice blue eyes had me biting the inside of my mouth, I wanted to run, run far and fast. I quickly stepped aside, as in an instant he pushed past the three of us.

I watched as he left the office, off to do whatever he did. His fell to the bridge of his nose.

Once the door slammed shut behind him, everyone's eyes were glued to where he had excited.

Ruth's voice pierced the tense silence of the room, thankfully.

"Hu-chi-ma-ma." Ruth mumbled, as I rolled my eyes.

"Sorry about that girls. Please, come in."

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"As you may find, our facilities aren't too different from Haven High. So you'll feel right at home."

For starters, was this man blind? Their 'facilities' were extraordinary! Our school was nothing more than stone buildings that had moulded in between the joints of the large stones it was made out of.

While on the other hand, at Hayes High, all I had to do was take one look around in any direction to find a modernised building and open learning space. Very 21st century if I don't say so myself.

Even their bins were more prestige then ours for crying out loud.

"Mm- home." I muttered, taking in all my surroundings.

"For the time being we don't have any available lockers, but some students were more then glad to share."

Mr. Rush gave me a tight smile, his already thin lips disappearing into his mouth.

I mustered up all the energy I had in me, and sent him a small smile back, as a result his grin grew, then he nodded. Guiding us to our lockers.

"Locker 39, locker 39." He muttered to himself, running his hand down the row of lockers, the numbers slowly increasing.

He clicked his fingers, smiling, before jabbing the red locker with the number '39' embedded into it.

He turned the lock hanging from the locker a few times before it snapped open.

"Your locker Bree."

Looking inside the locker it was spotless. Not a book out of place...

All the books where in binders which where labelled by the subjects at the spine.

A time table of subjects and periods was taped to the inside of the locker door. Each subject coloured a different shade.

Half of the locker - the bottom half- was empty. Already, I could guess that's where all of my equipment was going.

"Thank you." I spoke, running my finger tips along the spines of each book.

"It's no problem!" The Principle cheered, patting my back. "Now, this locker is shared with Stephen Curry."

Ruth burst out laughing as Rachel rolled her eyes at her in response whispering a 'shut up' which wasn't so much of a whisper if you asked me, considering we could all hear her.

"Steph Curry." Ruth giggled, covering her mouth. I could have sworn a little tear escaped her eyes.

"Is there a problem?" The principle questioned, arching an eyebrow. Before you could even say '1-800 hotline bling' the principle lost his loveable smiling face.

Stepping in front of Ruth, I looked at the man, shaking my head.

"Not a problem at all sir."

"Oh?" He smiled, a crusty, fake smile.

"Yeah! We were actually just laughing because we think ... We think we might know the guy." Rachel clicked her fingers, although she wasn't much help, she sounded like she was trying to convince herself more than anything.

The principle, nodded hm'ing a very unconvinced tone of voice.

He turned on his heels, heading off to find the next closet locker of ours.

Ruth snickered, dribbling a air basketball threw her legs, knee's bent, then shooting into the pretend hoop and of course scoring.

"And the crowd goes wild!" Ruth screamed before I placed a hand over her mouth in hope it'd shut her up, and shut her up it did.

The principle led us around a corner, another wall filled to the roof with lockers I had assumed.

'Got cha!' He cheered, only meaning one thing... Pokemon! Gotta catch em' all! Okay, I'm sorry, completely off topic, I know.

"Stephen Curry."

Oh Shiitake Mushrooms.

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HEY GUISE,
Thank you all so much for reading, and supporting TBSx I just re-wrote the scene in which Damon and Bree meet for the first time, hope you guys like it better! and also changed Stephen James as Damon Heywood.

So I was telling Chelsea about the knew Damon, and this is what she had to say about it:

'baby what does this tattoo mean?' *tells girl life story* *falls in love*

LURVE YOU ALL!

-Kylie