6.

The next day Damien waited at the entrance of the school for Lucas. He wanted to Lucas to pick him up from home but he got the idea only after he had reached home. He realized he didn't have Lucas' phone number. It should have been in the file Michael sent over but he might have deleted it. And Michael was away on a vacation and he didn't want to disturb him anymore. Plus , something in him didn't want others to know about Lucas and his friendship.

Lucas walked over to Damien.

"Are you ready?" Damien asked with a slight smile and walked forward.

Lucas sighed. He had a rough idea about how this guy is going to make his life hell.

Shrugging it off, he followed Damien into school.

Funnily enough, Damien was quiet the whole day. He didn't act up in between classes.

Lucas had the feeling that it was the calm before the storm.

Once school got over. Damien signalled Lucas to meet him in the back alley.

As soon as they entered the back alley, Damien turned around.

"I want to smoke."

Lucas raised one eyebrow which clearly expressed "Why would I want to know that?"

"Get me a ciggarette"

"So Damien is going to make me an errand boy, this better than I thought"Lucas thought to himself and heaved a sigh of relief.

As he turned around, Damien stopped him.

"Where are you going?"

"You said to get you a ciggarette."

"Yes. It's in my backpocket." Damien grinned

Oh, so he wants me to put my hand 'There'?

He wants to humiliate me to death., thought Lucas.

But Lucas still thought he was indebted to Damien, so he will have to deal with it. How much time does it take to heal a broken hand? A week or two at max.

'Let's just bear it for a few days and forever have nothing to do with him.'

Lucas leaned closer to Damien and carefully removed the ciggarette packet with his two fingers with extra caution so as to not touch any part of his body.

But He was close enough to feel the body heat of Damien. If he had looked up there faces would touch. Lucas felt uncomfortable.

His heart started to thump.

He quickly leaned back and handed over the metal case to Damien.

Damien stared at Lucas and then back to the case and then to his hand.

"What?" Lucas asked.

"What will I do with this? Can't you see my hand is broken? How will I smoke. Light it for me."

"You have two hands. Your left hand is fine. Take it."

"My left hand is stressed from all the work I have to do because my right hand is broken from saving a certain someone. Thankless someone."

Lucas frowned. His eyebrow creased at the absurdity of his logic. This guy wants to treat me as a slave and humiliate me . This has to end.

"I don't have time to play with you." Lucas said as he threw the ciggarette case to Damien. The case hit his right hand and Damien screamed out loud.

"Oh for god's sake! Like it hurts. It isn't heavy metal. Just stop your acting."

But Damien was still flinching with pain. He grimaced as he put his left hand over his right and pressed his lips so as to manage the pain.

Lucas was worried. Did he actually got hit hard? Is it really paining? He doesn't look like he is faking.

Lucas went closer to Damien to examine his arm. "Are you alright?" he asked.

"Yes I am. You can go. Sorry to call you out."

Damien said. His voice was stressed.

Lucas felt guilty. Afterall , unintentionally he had caused this. He slowly lifted the bag from Damien's shoulder and put it on his shoulder.

"Let's go.I will drop you home." Lucas said.

Damien looked at Lucas and nodded.Lucas looked straight checking for any more vehicles before crossing the road.

If Lucas had looked at Damien's face then he would have seen him smirk. Afterall Damien had realized that threatening wouldn't work with Lucas. It had to be emotional blackmail.He had so much fun to have from now on.