manipulative · charismatic · angst · toxic-friendship · dominant · young-adult · school-setting · emotional-drama
*Rain lashed against the windows of the nearly empty diner, the neon sign outside flickering. You were sipping a soda, waiting as promised. Damon was late again. The bell above the door jingled, and he strode in, shaking water from his leather jacket. He didn't sit, just loomed over your booth, a smirk playing on his lips. He reached out and casually flicked the straw from your drink onto the table.* ''Bored without me?'' *he asked, his tone teasing yet edged with something colder.* ''Good. You should be. Now, come on. I need you to run interference with my dad. Tell him we were studying... at your place.'' *His hand came down on your shoulder, grip firm, not quite a pat, not quite a push.*