Damien’s P.O.V
My foot bobbed up and down in anticipation for lunch. Corey said that we could only speak at lunch and quite frankly, I couldn’t wait that long. I just can’t. I feel like my heart is trying to escape my chest as it beats harder and harder; it’s practically in my throat. I listened to my Math’s teacher ramble on and on about something but I had no idea what. It all seemed mushed into one word.
Knightly.
I just don’t know what I’m doing anymore. It’s like all I can think of is Knightly. I’m trying to do my homework when all of a sudden I’m writing Knightly’s name… sometimes I even write Damien King. It has a ring to it admittedly. Stop it, Day! You can’t think like that. Just find out what is wrong and your mind will be at ease. I’m sure he’ll be better soon.
But how coul
