"Damson…" Emily muttered, shock and disbelief on her face. "What are you doing here?" She couldn't believe her eyes. The man glared at Damson, struggling to free his hand. "Who the hell are you and what do you think you're doing? Let go of me right now." Damson scoffed. "I should ask you that same question, what do you think you were about to do? Hit a woman? Are you an animal?" "I don't think this is any of your business. I was talking to my girlfriend and you have no right to butt into the conversation. Who the fuck do you think you are? How I talk and treat her has nothing to do with you."Emily was still in shock as she stared at Damson. He was the last person she had expected to see and the fact that he came to help her took her by surprise. "Damson? What are you doing here?" She asked, confused. "Oh, so you know him and his name?" The man asked, angrily his face red with his veins popping out. This is the person you're dating? Is this a joke or a scheme the both of you plan
Sasha tried so hard to understand what Emily and Damson were talking about from their body movements, but she couldn't as they were a little far away and it made her frustrated. All she knew was that Emily cried because she could tell from the way she rubbed her eyes at intervals. Sasha was very curious and couldn't help but wonder who Emily was. It took her a lot of self control to not walk up to them and question Damson. After some minutes, Damson left and Sasha continued to follow him, thinking if she should let him know she had been watching him all along or not. She decided to text him instead after thinking for a while."Hey, Damson. Where are you?" She typed and sent it to Damson, watching him as he brought out his phone, checked the message and put it back in his pocket. Sasha scoffed and sent another message to him. "Are you ignoring me? I need you to reply to my message. Where are you?"Damson groaned, frustrated as he read Sasha's message. He remembered the last time th
Professor Danielle watched the class like a hawk as they started the test. She hoped she would find someone that would make a mistake, so she can have a chance to punish them as she wishes. She walked around for a while before she sat down at the front of the class Damson looked at the test questions and smiled to himself. He knew two questions out of the three that professor Danielle gave to them and it wasn't as if he didn't know the third one, it was just very complex. He decided to leave the first and second question and tackle the third since it would take most of his time. He started to solve it on an extra paper. Few minutes into the test, Damson felt Caleb hit his chair with his foot. He ignored him and focused on his test, the last thing he wanted was having a problem with professor Danielle. Caleb didn't stop and continued to hit his chair over and over but he didn't bulge. Caleb was relentless and wasn't going to give up until Damson answered him. He looked at his test
"My script is only empty because I haven't started answering the questions. I was working on my third question." Damson said, frustrated but It didn't look like professor Danielle was going to listen to him. "I don't care what you have to say Damson, you have to face the consequences of your actions. Since you've not written anything, there's no point tearing your script. You're done for and you will come back to take this course. There's nothing anyone can say to change my mind." Damson sighed heavily as professor Danielle yelled at him. He didn't say anything and just watched her because he didn't want to make things worse and he also knows that there's nothing he could say to change her mind. "I knew he was too good to be true." "He's so shameless, I thought he was smart." "I wonder how he became the best in the class." "What a cheat."Everyone in the class was already talking to themselves, most of them didn't like Damson and were happy professor Danielle was going to deal
Damson yelling at Aria didn't make her stop crying but it made her stop crying loudly. "Thank goodness." He muttered to himself. He was worried someone was going to walk into the class, asking what had happened or even think he was had harmed her in a way. People can be funny and won't try to know what had happened before concluding by themselves. "You didn't have to cry so loudly if you didn't like the fact that I was going to tell people you were in here crying like a loser. You could have used your words instead." Damson said firmly, irritated. "You can't understand." Aria sniffed. "You don't know what will happen when everyone finds out the reason why I was crying." "What do you mean?" Damdon asked, curious. "What happened?" Aria shook her head. It's nothing. "You don't have to know about it, I'll figure and sort out everything myself. It's not a big deal." Damson scoffed. It's not a big deal, but the reaction I got from you says otherwise. You really think I'd believe that
Aria stopped in her tracks as she heard what Damson said. She turned angrily and stood up in his face. "You will do no such thing." She sneered. "Oh, I will if you don't do as I have said. Damson said, crossing his arms. "You don't have a say here and you don't have a choice. You'll do as I say, or I'll tell the girls myself." Aria was about to talk when Damson cut her off. "I know what you'd about to say, how they wouldn't believe me blah blah blah but the best part is that, I won't have to tell them directly that you lost the money." "All I'd have to say is about the bus you were supposed to rent and the rest of the story will fall out." "This is none of your business. I don't understand why you're doing this. I already said I'd figure things out myself. What do you gain from this!? Why are you doing this to me?" Aria yelled angrily. Damson laughed out, enjoying the frustration she was feeling. "I just want you to have a taste of what it feels like to be in such a position. Whe
The next day, Damson sat in class, happy and eager for the last lecturer to leave. He had been anticipating the end of the day waiting for how things would turn out. He looked over to Ben who was glaring at him. He smiled back as he remembered what happened the night before. After he had told Ben and Betty he had their video, they were shocked and asked him to delete the video which was impossible because he didn't have the video in the first place, he lied and they fell for it. Damson had warned them not to also think of not showing up in class because that would also make things worse. He would make sure the entire school, not just their classmates, knew about their affair by sending the video out. Damon smiled to himself, he was proud of how smart he was and happy he was able to find out the real person that stole the purse. "You look like you're in a good mood today." Fred said as he stood in front of Damson. "You've been acting funny since you came into the dorm yesterday.
Damson sat in the reception, waiting for the vice chancellor to call him into his office. Its been two weeks since the day he wrote professor Danielle's test and he was surprised it took two weeks before the vice chancellor called for him. He had expected him to call him the next day or two days after it happened but he didn't and it made him think professor Danielle didn't report him only for him to get disappointed today. He thought of all the possible things the vice chancellor was going to say to him and he was very sure professor Danielle would have said more than he did. He decided to not stress himself thinking of anything and waited for the vice chancellor to call him into his office. After some minutes of waiting, the vice chancellor asked him to come into his office. "Damson Malcom, I wasn't expecting to see you here again." He said, linking his fingers in front of him. I don't understand what you've been up to, or why you're rebelling but one thing I want you to know is