"So here's what it is."
His voice snapped me out of my thoughts and I looked up. Damien was carrying a bunch of folders and papers in hand, and he dumped them onto the couch. Sitting back down, he sorted through them and handed me a few to keep for myself.
"The basic gist of the project is to do a research project on dictators of the past. And I- sorry we are doing Joseph Stalin."
I blinked as a frown made its way to my face. Damien met my expression and tried to hide the surprise in his tone as he asked, "You do know who Joseph Stalin is right?"
By the look on my face, my answer was pretty obvious. Damien groaned (for the first time) and leaned back against the couch. "I'm going to fail this project thanks to you May."
"Hey!" I snapped, taking offense in what he'd said and his sudden mood change. "Since when do big dumb jocks care about grades?"
That had struck a nerve. His dark eyebrows arched in anger, he glared at me with such competitiveness that I'd never expected to see in his eyes.
"Is that what you think I am?"
I opened my mouth to say something but words escaped me. I resulted in directing the conversation another way.
"So one second you're all over me and the next you've transformed into some nerdy hothead?"
His face contorted into an expression of pure anger. Anger that I never in a million years would have imagined I'd see on his face. But he masked it, taking in a deep breath as he composed himself.
In a calm voice, he said, "Whether or not you want to do this project with me doesn't interest me. But I'm going to score an A on this. And you are going to help me with that, all games aside. Alright?"