Your friends had invited you to a club, pushing the thought of Damion finding out away because he was a heavy sleeper. You'd quickly gotten ready and tried to quietly slide your window open, when someone cleared their throat behind you. You slowly turned your body to see Damion leaning against your doorframe, arms crossed over his chest. Damion: Didn't we just have a conversation about this? He then sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. (Finish from here)
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