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"Graham, you can work with..."
Graham crossed his fingers and closed his eyes very tightly. There were three people left. And the teacher had yet to choose which one would work with Graham. Among those three people was Damon, Graham's, not really but still, greatest enemy. Not really enemy per se, but Graham really feared him. Damon occasionally pushed Graham around, made fun of him, teased him and would spread fake rumors about him. He'd been bullied before but, it wasn't as much as Damon did to him. Luckily, Damon was a year older than him and Graham didn't have to see him in every one of his classes. Unfortunately, they still did Music class together since it wasn't based on grade level, it was rather based on skill.
"Graham you can work with Damon," Said the teacher as the last two remaining students paired up.
Graham groaned and silently cursed at himself. He then raised his head and pulled a fake smile. "Great, I can't wait," He managed to get out of his mouth. He turned around to look at Damon, who was eyeing him all evil like the whole time. Graham didn't want to be rude or threatening so he smiled a waved at him. Damon rolled his eyes and pulled a middle finger at him, mouthing 'Wanker' at the younger boy. Graham quickly turned back around and sighed. He's in for a long one.
After school, Graham waited for Damon by the gates because he usually saw Damon walking this way when he was going home. As he predicted, Damon came marching out of the school doors at the said time. The younger boy sniffed and nervously shuffled towards Damon.
"What do you want arsehole?" Damon grunted, not stopping to even look at Graham.
"I uh, was just wondering..." Graham was practically shaking. A wrong move and his face would be busted and blue any second now. "Since we're working on, uh, the project together... Maybe I could come to your house on Saturday and work on it?"
Damon cocks his eyebrow.
"Or you could come to my house! Whichever you want! I really d-don't mind as long as we get the assignment done," Graham stutters.
"You can come to mine this week," Damon, without batting an eye, says.
Graham smiles and adjusts his glasses on his face. "Great, so I'll see you on Saturday then-"
Damon suddenly slaps Graham behind the head and trips him. He nonchalantly continues walking and shouts out, "Whatever fuckface, as long as you get me a good grade,"
Pushing himself off of the ground and rubbing the back of his head, Graham shakily stands up and puts his glasses back on. He's trying to handle the situation as best and as calmly as he can but it's only going to take a little bit more teasing and bullying from Damon to push him off the edge.