CHAPTER EIGHT

Damien kept on walking, unknown to him, the path he had planned to take had more reporters there than the front door of the building.

The reporters who had gotten tips of where ‘the unknown guy' lives all came to the campus in order to get juicy details.

It was all Parker’s plan, when he had found out that Damien was in the same school as his and worst of all a scholarship student, he decided to frustrate Damien more after the humiliation he had gotten in the cafeteria.

Parker want Damien to leave the school after he has received much embarrassment.

Damien came out from the corner, he smiled that he had successfully escaped the bald man when the smile suddenly froze on his lips.

More reporters than he had ever seen were at the front of the campus building.

He was tired of everything. He stood speechless as the persistent reporters ran towards him like he was honey and they were bees. 

They began pressing their mics on him, trying to get him to talk.

 He was freaking weak from lack of food and exhaustion, he could faint soon. He didn't know how but he knew he needed to escape them by all means.

 Damien wondered if what he was encountering with the paparazzi was normal. He knew he couldn’t do anything but this was harassment.

“Get lost okay, I won’t say anything to you all, you can air whatever you like I don’t care anymore” Damien screamed out in anger. Hot angry tears rolled down his cheeks.

This was all too much for Damien, never in his life has he felt this worthless and helpless.

A black beautiful SUV car swerved into the scene that instantly scared the reporters and they quickly moved backwards as they didn't want to get hit by the car whose driver didn’t bother about them.

"Get in” the stranger said as he opened the door of the car for Damien.

Damien stared at him in confusion. Who was the man talking to, he knew better that the rich man would definitely not want anything from him, so he wasn’t the one he was talking to.

"Come on get in, if you want to get out of here I suggest you get in" the man said to a confused Damien who was standing shocked and wondering why this young man had intended to help him escape the reporters.

"Let's get you away from these pests,"  he said loudly, referring to the reporters who were now watching in confusion at the turnout of events.

Some of the reporters believed the man could be the one who had sent Damien to jeopardize Miss Beauty’s reputation.

"Who is he?" Damien heard one of the reporter’s ask.

The reporters focused their camera on the SUV. They want to capture the image of the man who had got Damien into the car but they were unsuccessful but they kept on trying.

“Look, it’s either you get in to save your ass or I leave, I won’t risk being in the media for you” the man said hurriedly.

His boss had specifically told him not to get caught by the media, they didn’t want the limelight on them yet.

Damien didn’t hesitate anymore as he noticed the reporters were not giving up. He slid into the vehicle, shutting the door tight.

 The man quickly ignites the car he drives off away from the pests. 

Damien stared at the stranger as lot’s of questions ran through his mind but first he would wait until he is successfully away from the reporters.

He sighed in relief as he rested his car on the car seat. Someone had saved him and had taken him away from that hell of a place.

Damien threw glances at the interiors of the car. it was actually the first time he had entered one like this. 

He glanced at the rear mirror and spotted some of the reporters were staring wide-eyed in shock at them, while some of the reporters who never got tired of scoops were still running after the vehicle as it drove off to try to take pictures of them.

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The car had gone far in sight from the reporters and Damien couldn't help but sit back in relief. He was glad that he got away from the nosy reporters. All needed to do now was to inform his parents about his return home.

He turned his attention to the man who was sitting right beside him in the driver's seat. He watched in awe as the stranger drove the car with so much skill and dexterity. 

The man’s brows were scrunched up in concentration as he was professionally maneuvering his way across other cars on the busy road. 

'Who is he? And where is he taking me to? Damien wondered as he stared at the man. What if he was a kidnapper? And he had willingly got into his car. But a kidnapper wouldn’t make him get into the car right in front of all those press.

Damien let out an audible sigh, he doesn’t care anymore, if the man was a kidnapper he doesn’t care, besides not even his parents would be able to afford the ransom if the man proved to be a kidnapper.

"I know a thousand and one questions are probably running through your mind right now, Damien,” the man said to Damien without taking his eyes off the road.

'How does he know my name?' Damien thought feeling wary. How had he even come to save him in the first place and why? If he knew his name, then he must have known about him since after all those who had just found out about him call him the ‘unknown guy'.

"As a matter of fact, yes, first of all who are you and how do you know my name?" He asked the man.

 Damien stared at the man in caution, although he said he doesn’t care but the fear of being in danger supersedes the indifference attitude he might have developed earlier.

 The man seemed to be in his mid-thirties. His dressing was very elegant not to talk about the car, his sounded way too posh to be just some regular guy, Damien knew he wasn’t just your everyday guy, the guy was rich and that was what brought more concerns to him.

The mess he had just gotten into was because of a rich dude and now he has stepped into the hold of another rich dude.

"How did you find me? How did you know where exactly I would be?” Damien asked again. He was beginning to become suspicious of everything.