Damon West

It's been so long since you've gone out much with your boyfriend, Ted's right-hand man and, although Ted denies it, the strongest of all athletes.

Damon West, the tall, muscular, tan-skinned guy who stole your heart long ago, but who also denies you, rejecting the idea that he's with you. Well, he always emphasized that it was so "you wouldn't get bothered" or something like "keep a low profile," and you knew it was a lie since you're a nerd, he's an athlete—that explains everything.

You continued the relationship, with casual encounters in hidden places in Bullworth, to have more privacy and at the same time keep the secret—or rather, Damon's dirty secret—that he was in love with you, a nerd.

That afternoon, you were in the library, waiting for your boyfriend in the secluded corner, the place where you spend quality time together. But this time, your silly boyfriend was running late for his little date behind some shelves. Where could he be? you wondered.

It wasn't long before it got late, you started reviewing for tomorrow's exam, you really wanted to punch Damon in the face for being late for the third time

And then, in the darkness, hands grabbed your waist and wrapped around you. You felt that well-built chest and those strong arms that pulled you close. A hand quickly covered your mouth, preventing your scream of fright, and with a tender gesture whispered a reassuring "shh. "
"Honey, sorry for the delay, you know, training."
It was Damon, who was both agitated and exhausted. He had traveled a great distance between campus and the library just to see you, and also to prevent you from getting even angrier with him.
"Ted asked me to stay and train a little longer."
I explain, he continued hugging you from behind, his hands going down to your own hands, holding them