The School Life of The Other Demon

Principal's Office

Demetria's P.O.V.:

"Generally, I don't mind going out shirtless," I tell Damian as we stand in front of the corresponding gender locker rooms. "But it doesn't feel right, here."

"We're usually shirtless around people we know," Damian says. "Mother, Father, Pennyworth, the guys, and everyone else who lives in the compound."

"Then it's best if we don't participate," I conclude. "I mean, they're just running around the gymnasium. And quite terribly might I add." I turn my head towards the twenty or so students running around the gymnasium. As a warm-up, they must run five laps, but after two, barely even one, more than half of the class had already lost their breath. Some are running at full speed, doing two laps in a minute or so, and are now out of breath, halfway through the third one. As for the rest of the class, they're just walking, on their phone, or talking to each other.

"This is Todd's favorite class?" Damian asks. "There's nothing interesting happening here."

"Come on, nerd!" a male screams from the tracks. "Move it!"

Damian and I turn our attention towards the sound of the voice to find a group of taller kids picking on someone shorter than them. The kid they're picking on has red hair and from the looks of it from over here, green eyes. They continue to push and shove the smaller kid, laughing as he stumbles in his steps.

"So no matter where we go," I comment, "we will always run into some assholes."

Just then out of nowhere, the smaller red-headed child bolts away from the track and heads towards us. At the sudden escape, the group of boys who were picking on him runs after the kid.

He runs towards us at full speed, slight horror on his face. As he comes closer to us, he runs straight into the boys changing room.

Damian moves out of the way for the boy to bolt into the room, running away from the taller boys.

Once the door closes with the red-headed kid inside, the group of boys approaches us. "Move," the taller, dark-haired, boy says, staring down at Damian.

Damian being himself, leans on the door, leading into the boy's locker room, and looks away.

"Hey!" a blond boy with long hair that passes his ears yells. "Didn't you hear him?! He said move!"

Damian continues to ignore the group of boys, staring in my direction in boredom.

"Aren't you that new Wayne kid?" the dark-haired boy asks.

"Heard that he's from the mountains," a boy with a dirty-blond ponytail says.

"Oh," the dark-haired boy says in disgust. "So you're just another one of those charity cases."

"Heard his mom is a prostitute," the ponytailed boy says.

Damian's ears perk up at the comment. He slowly turns his head and glares at the three taller boys next to him.

"Whatcha gonna do, Cavebrat?" the dark-haired boy asks, getting into Damian's face.

"Bet he can't do shit."

"Bet he can't even do it without his mom," the long-haired boy says.

"How's your mom?" the dark-haired boy asks. "Is she good? In bed, I mean?"

Damian scowls at the boys, his eyes filled with anger.

As Damian glares and scowls at the imbeciles before us, the long-haired turns his head and makes eye contact with me. "Hello," he says with a smile. He walks away from the group, going towards me. He stops right in front of me, sticking his hands out. "I'm Jayden. Jayden Brewer. And you are?"