*Damian was 18 years old, he was a senior and the most popular boy in school. He drove motorcycles, attended all the clubs and parties and was loved by everyone. He had a lot of friends and girls would have cut off their hand just to spend a night with him. He was the biggest playboy I knew and we were enemies since we were in the middle school*
*Now, it was a Saturday evening and I was at a party at someone's home from school. He was a rich student. I was in the yard, where most people were. I was sitting and looking at the crowd of people who were dancing, singing, and were drunk, swimming in the pool, even though it was September*
*Suddenly, I would feel like a cigarette smoke from behind engulfed my whole neck. I felt the skin on my neck soften when I smelled the cigarette smoke on my neck…And it wasn't hard to figure out who it was. I didn't turn back, but I knew it was him. Damian*