Damien's POV.

Italy: 3:27 am

I look at my reflection in the mirror standing there shirtless, staring back at myself my skin brown skin looks golden as they would say due to the reflection of the lights, the tattoo that runs down my neck.

The Silva scorpion.

The gang I currently owe my existence to.

Flashback: my hands covered in his blood, panic raising within me, I had to clean the blood off them, what was I meant to do with his body, my hands begin to tremble and my eyes burn tears threatening to escape them, I'm broken out the silence as loud bang rings in my ears, then two more times, Gunshots, the last thing I hear before silence.

I walk over to my wardrobe pulling out an outfit put already put together the night before, presumably my mother's work, a black bomber jacket black jeans, and a maroon t-shirt I pull them on fussing over my hair jet-black hair and tug at the ends before straightening it out.

My phone buzzes the notification signals for me to leave in the next 10 minutes, I walk downstairs toward the kitchen, making my way to the coffee machine.

I take out a mug pressing a button letting the familiar scent of coffee fill my nostrils.

I sigh picking up my night bag from next to the front door, walking out of the house, getting into the chauffeur's car, the next 40 mins are a blur direct flight to London, we reach the airport and i passively get through the checks, walking into the aeroplane i take a seat in my seat in first class, finally feeling at ease.

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London: 10:50am

As I open the door of my college on-campus apartment, i straighten up taking out my key card, using the electronic key pass, i walk in.

I unzip my night bag turning it over so it's contents land on my bed, I start by putting things in their places.

I wipe everything down making sure there's no dust anywhere.

I pull off my cordless vacuum and hoover until I feel satisfied.

I walk through each room opening the windows to let clean air come it.

I walk over to the kitchenette with a case of coke cane placing the last item where it belongs, sighing.

"Hey pixel remind me to go grocery shopping...after school tomorrow." I say speaking to my virtual assistant.

"Your Reminder is set, Mr Blackwell." she says back.

I put my files back on to my shelf looking at my small notice board at my new timetable as I begin to finally relax.

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I let the cold water of the ensuite shower gush over my entire body before switching it off, pulling a towel around me as I walk out to my wardrobe pulling out a denim jacket, a pair of black jeans, pulling them on.

I leave my the jacket unbuttoned exposing my chest.

I hear a voice followed by a growl outside.

Perfect timing.

My door swings open revealing Alex walker alongside JD, my loyal companion.

I get to my feet walking up to the door JD barks running into me, I chuckle running my hand through his thick, soft white, and silky coat of fur.

"Oh, so your not going to thank me for pet sitting JD the mother fucker, who by the way pissed on my bedroom carpet, ill be on my way out then." says a voice behind me.

I get up walking over to Alex.

"I appreciate it". I say putting a hand on his shoulder.

He pulls me into a sudden forceful half-shoulder hug.

(A.N: half shoulder hug also known as the Homie hug or man-hug)

I do the same.

"Your such a awkward weirdo has anyone told you that?!" He exclaims pulling out a cigarette lighting it up.

I chuckle barely amused by his remark.

"Anyways there's a party on tonight, The Prescotts' rich asses it'll probably be fun you might as well come, Jordan, Blake and I are for it". He says with a shrug throwing the last of his cig into the ashtray.

"Can't, I have shit to do. " I say half shrugging.

The door crashes open revealing Jordan and his twin Blake.

"Oh my fuck, you're wearing my shirt! i looked all over, how dare you Lexi?! I thought you loved me. " Jordan says with a horrified expression which is not fooling anyone, Lexi referring to Alex.

Damn, way to make an entrance.

"You know Demii, what I think is JD needs a walk," Alex says turning to me I physically cringe at the fact that he called me Demii.

Disgusting.

"Don't call me that". I say to Alex the annoyance clear in my voice.

"Aww...it's Demi's time of month give him some space. " Jordan adds rubbing my back in a fucking gay ass way.

"Chiudi la bocca, prima che te la costringa a chiuderla." I hiss pulling out a cig lightin' it up.

My word instantly shut them both up I feel satisfaction inside me.

Fuck.

Why am I such an asshole for?!

"Alex you're a bad subject changer don't try it, Scared my boy is gonna through ya over. " Ashton says as he walks in, his purple highlights look lilac in the Sunlight which seeps through the blinds.

"Oh scared and me? fuck no." Alex laughs.

"Go on then, fight....fight, fight." Ashton begins chanting and Blake joins.

JD starts circling me unsettled, as Ashton and Blake continue chanting.

I feel amused at the sight.

"Come on then. " Jordan says confidently.

Then tackling Alex on the floor, alex throws him off then half Straddles him smirking, Jordan takes over shoving him in the chest, Jordans half sitting on Alex in attempt to pin him their legs half tangled making them look a mess.

"Three, two, one, ooooh and he takes Alex right to the floor. " Blake screams.

Jordan gets up, there's an unmistakable grin on his annoying face which can't help but find me amused.

I turn my attention to JD kneeling beside him running my hands through his silky fur.

"Sorry, Alex I guess you're driving me blake and my bitch Ashton back from the party, while we all get wasted, you bitch are babysitting," he says to Alex who is still laying on the floor.

"We don't mess with the best, do we? " Jordan adds giving Alex a hand up.

"Ow, my back actually hurts you fat shit. " Alex says as he pulls Alex up playful punching his arm.

I chuckle.

They turn their backs walking out of my apartment, leaving me to my thoughts.

Sometimes I find it hard to believe these people class me as their friend, even though I consider myself a lone wolf.

And I firmly believe nobody is actually your friend, friends only hang out with each other because we all need someone to use.