Damian walked through the front doors the next morning with his earbuds blasting the same sad playlist from yesterday. The hallways were already buzzing, lockers slamming, laughter echoing, but none of it reached him. He felt numb, like the fight on the oak path had carved something out of him and left an empty space that nothing could fill yet.
He wasn't sure something could fill it, and even if that thing existed, it was going to take a while. He didn't exactly know what he would say was happening. He didn't know if he and Zayn were still a thing, or if this charade with Selene meant they were officially over. A part of him hoped not, but his self respect demanded otherwise.
He also didn't know about the locker room. He didn't know about the blood or the punches or the way Ethan had stood up for him. He was completely, painfully oblivious until he turned the corner toward his locker and saw Ethan.
