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Ok so, here is the first thing you must understand. Damian Desmond was not whipped, he was not in love, and it definitely wasn’t with the commoner Anya Forger. He had things to do, places to be, agendas to follow! He didn’t have time for the mere bathump of his heart. Nope, surely not! She was ugly, and had short legs, and refused to stop calling him that god awful nickname that reminded him farther that he was just a second son. So, naturally, this is what he told himself every day getting out of bed in his dorm room. Every single day he reminded himself that, in fact, Damian Desmond was not whipped, and, really, he wasn’t even friends with said Anya Forger. Who knows? She could secretly be a.. a Worm Queen (Damian hates worms)! Or a robot with gorgeous puke colored green eyes! Better yet, she could be a mind reader! One that would steal the knowledge of the great Desmond family! (He quite doubted the last one since if Anya knew what he was thinking she would likely run away from him because of the magnitude of his crush hatred!).
Unfortunately, it’s been four years and Damian Desmond is now ten years old. It’s been four years since his first encounter with Anya Forger; that magical superhuman punch that shouldn’t have come from a fellow six year old, and he still had to repeat the same mantra in his head. By this point, he’s obtained three stella (the highest count of anyone in his grade) and just received a birthday gift from his father. It read,
Happy Birthday Damon. Good job on your three stella. Continue obtaining more. - Father
And this shouldn’t have made Damian cry, really it shouldn’t! He knew first hand in the corporate world that he would face much harder hardships, but he really did cry. He cried because for the first time in his life, the handwriting on this letter was his fathers, not Jeeves (his butler). He gasped, his father really wrote this note? He sat down for 20 seconds and wrote this note? And, well this is rather embarrassing, Damian Desmond laughed. He laughed and threw his fist in the air as a sign of glory because he, the great Lord Damian, actually got a gift from his father: the letter! (and it didn’t really matter that his father spelled his name wrong).
He felt like he was on Cloud 9, no higher, Cloud 16. Nothing, literally nothing could make this day bad! Because at age 10, Damian Desmond was acknowledged by his father, his father knew his birthday! As he was walking out of his dorm room Ewen and Emile tackled him
“Happy birthday Lord Damian!” Ewen yelled
“Boss Man is ten years old! One of the oldest kids in the grade!” Emile added.
“Thanks guys!” Damian replied, actually smiling a big grin. Emile and Ewen gaped,
Wow! Lord Damian is smiling!
Together the trio walked out of the dormitory. To Damian’s left a girl screamed “Happy Birthday!” to his right some older students said “Happy Birthday” even a pair of his brother's friends said “Happy Birthday!” He was popular, proud, and..blushing? He was blushing, he felt the pink bloom up his neck and grinded his teeth together.
“This is sort of embarrassing…” He muttered and flashed a smile on his face. Because even though he was embarrassed he was 98% sure no one accidentally called him Demetrius Desmond, he was simply Damian. And being Damian was enough at ten years old, really, it was plenty.