Converting the Bad Boy ✔

Chapter 20

^Like the poster? Made it myself 😎

The lyrics of the song, "Believe" by Mumford & Sons, really speak out to me in the sense of someone who is looking for spiritual guidance and doesn't even know if he believes, or if he wants to believe what's being said to him (in this case, the existence of God), and it reminded me of Damian, so yeah. You don't have to listen to it, but just wanted to put it out there anyway. 😄

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"Has anyone else noticed how moody Damian is lately?" Samantha asked Denise and I, who were beside her once again in Biology. On her other side was Aidan, who had been busy reading his notes until he heard his best friend's name.

"Damian's always moody," Aidan remarked.

"True," Denise whispered on my left to me.

"No, but seriously," Samantha examined the ends of her hair, which were beginning to split – a sign that she wasn't completely perfect like Theo and a lot of the guys believed. I wouldn't have been surprised if Samantha was doubling as a model or something after school. "He doesn't talk to me anymore. He doesn't answer my calls, whenever I try to reach out he ignores me. What's up with him?"

I took this all in silently, knowing the answer but due to my promise I couldn't tell her why Damian was acting different. Some days he would be laughing and smiling, but others I would catch him glum and sullen, as if he were two different people merged into one.

"Now that you mention it, yeah, he has been a bit weird," Aidan agreed. "It's like one moment he's smiling, and then he goes off alone. I was going to ask him about it, but –"

"Do you know what's wrong with Damian?" Samantha asked me directly, blinking at me. She had golden-green eyes, a rare sight, peering at me expectantly as I hesitated.

"I...I don't know," I managed to stammer out.

Sam tilted her head slightly to one side, frowning. "Funny, because I always see you two talking at the lockers."

"Oh, that's because he's the locker below me," I told her, forcing a smile. "Besides, we're not friends or anything. I barely know the guy."

"You had to work with him in physics," Aidan reminded me, much to my displeasure.

Samantha arched a perfectly plucked eyebrow, as if this was news to her. "So you do know him," she deduced.

"Just because I had to work with him doesn't mean anything," I defended. "You're his friends, and I'm not, so I'm the last person you should ask."

Ya Allah, forgive me for all these lies I was telling. It was funny how his friends didn't know anything about his life, whereas I, the Muslim girl who had nothing to do with the popular crowd, had somehow found myself in the middle of it all.

"Okay, then, just checking. He barely speaks to us, so who knows what he's up to?" Sam shrugged, turning back to Aidan. "Should we confront him?"

Aidan nodded at her. "Yeah, let's do that."

"Bad idea," I muttered, mostly to Denise, who was speeding through the questions. She was a focused worker, whereas I was behind thanks to these two on my right distracting me with their concern for Damian. I felt like I had to say something in his defence so that they'd leave him alone, but I decided against it. I would just make things worse.

The bell rang and Denise and I gathered our books, heading out with the rest of the class as Ms Jenson called out the homework for the weekend.

"Great, more homework," I groaned as we headed out to recess. Ah, recess! Short but sweet.