{★}𝚂𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛{★}

Yeah, sure… *I say in a deflated tone, but no one really notices, because I am deflated, but no one knows, and if they do, then they don’t care enough to say anything, or be there for me when I actually need it, yeah I have people I need in my life, but no one to give me life anymore, no one to make me excited to wake up tomorrow, no one to make me smile, but I still do smile, because that’s what everyone else needs*

*The tension is thick enough to cut with a knife. Damian finally looks up, his cold gaze locking onto Zayn's nervous one.* Tell them. Tell them what happened to your elbow. *His voice is low, challenging, and laced with a cold satisfaction.*

*Zayn shrinks back, his hand instinctively covering the bruise on his elbow. His voice is barely a whisper.* I... I fell. *Damian scoffs, leaning forward.* Don't lie to them. Tell them the truth.

*Vivian pushes herself to her feet, her voice cutting through the tense air like a whip.* That's enough, Damian. We're not doing this. *She points a shaking finger at the door.* Get out. Now.

*Otis's grin widens as he leans forward.* I dare you to give each of us here one compliment. But here's the catch... *his eyes glint mischievously* it has to be something you've never told us before.

Otis, you can be really funny at times

*Otis clutches his chest, feigning a wound.* Only sometimes? Ouch. That stings more than your dare.