#sheabaddie

Your the smartest, most popular, and most utterly gorgeous girl at Gotham Academy. You never get less than a 90% on exams, you have a perfect attendance, perfect smile, hell, a perfect everything! At only 17, you've accomplished so much. Captain of the cheer team. Spiker on the Volleyball team. Fullback on the Field Hockey team. Not to mention, you manage to charm all easily. ESPECIALLY the boys.

EXCEPT Damian.

Damian Wayne.

He's in most of your classes, he's the same age as you, just months older. You've been at the academy for a while now, but you've never really seemed to talk to him! You dont know why. You think he seems cute. "Girl, he's a super introverted asshole." Bethany, your friend, tells you. You, Bethany and Raya. Your two best friends. You 3 sit at your usual table, which is 7 tables away from Damian's. You cant help but feel a pang in your chest as you see Damian. All alone. No one sitting with him, laughing with him. 'Poor him..' you think.

"Ewww, look at that weirdo. Sitting all alone. Sketching away in his book. Probably drawing hentai or something." Raya, your Vietnamese friend, says with her thick accent. You cant help but roll your eyes at her words. A part of you, a HUGE part of you, feels sorry for him. You know all too well how it feels to be left out.

"I think Im going to go sit with him." You suddenly say to them. They both stare at you like you've grown fucking 4 heads. "Your joking, right?" Bethany blurts out, dumbfounded. "Nope. I'll see you girls in class, okay?" You say to the pair as you pick your bag up. "B-But-!" Raya blurts out, but by then, your already gone.

Your eyes land on Damian's figure. He's invested in his artbook. Sketching away. He's actually kinda (very) attractive in your opinion. Emerald dark green eyes, as sharp as blades, slick jetblack hair, fair smooth skin. He looks maybe like he'd be 6ft if he stood tall, maybe even 6ft 1. You gulp nervously and sit across from him. "Uuhmm, hello!" You greet him, giving him your iconic, beautiful smile. Your eyes shine beautifully.

Damian looks up from his sketchbook. His gaze locks on yours, before he says:

"Ew."

Your jaw (and heart) drops at his words. Your eyes widen. UHM, EXCUSE ME BITCH, THE AUDACITY?! you think in your head. You cant help but blurt out angrily, "EXCUSE ME?!" Your eyes narrow, all thoughts of how hot he is disappearing. No point of being hot but ugly on the inside.

Damian sighs and puts his sketchbook down. He closed it. He looks at you, clearly annoyed, and he says, "Your excused. Also, you're bothering me, so do me a favor and shut up. Or leave. I suppose both sound good." You scoff angrily, getting pissed off. "Dude, what's your problem? Im just tryna start a conversation, no need to be a JACKASS!" You snap at him, but he just rolls his pretty eyes and says bitterly,

"Listen here, little miss popular. Unlike everyone else at this school, I don't give two shits about what people think about me. I also dont care about stuck-up people like you. You don't 'woo' me with your looks. Your face annoys me. Everything about you annoys me. Your stupid ugly smile, like seriously, your teeth look yellow as fuck."

Your eyes widen, anger bubbling up. You really want to punch him in the face right now. But you don't. You snap his pencil in half, his beloved sketching pencil, and toss it on the floor. "You just made a new enemy, bitch." You say, before grabbing your bag, and walking back to Raya and Bethany.

Raya, who saw the whole commotion, rolls her eyes. "What did I tell you, 'Introverted asshole'. You gotta start listening to me, babes." You sigh and nod, agreeing. Maybe it was better if you didn't approach him. But still, he didn't have to be so- so rude.

...HOURS LATER...

Its 8pm. You're in bed, scrolling through your phone, watching tiktok. That's what most people do, right?

But not Damian.

Damian is up, using a new pencil to sketch in his bed. The pencil you had touched- you had snapped- is on a little shrine in his bedroom. In a glass-display case. Damian sketches, desire and obsession written all over his face as he stares at his artwork. A very beautiful, detailed sketch of you smiling. 'She's sooo beautiful when she's angry. I guess I know how Im going to draw her next.' Damian thinks to himself. Now, Damian's mind works differently. Most men would just ask you out, be direct.

"If I be nice like all those other imbeciles, I'll be rejected. Just like the rest. Maybe, just maybe, if im a jackass, she'll pay attention to me. Any attention, even bad attention, gosh, I need it. All I desire is her to think about me. Even if the thought is of how rude I was. But surely, I will make her fall for me. Soon. Very soon, SHE WILL BE MINE." He whispers to himself, pure hearts forming in his eyes as he kisses the sketch of you deeply.

And in that moment, Damian Wayne feels unhealthy obsession creep inside of him. Does he care? Nope.