Damon was good-looking. But I didn’t like anything else about him. Since I was a freshman when they were all seniors, I didn’t have much firsthand knowledge of their demeanors at school, but I’d seen plenty of him at the Crist house to know that something was wrong with him. Michael gave him a long leash, but it was still a leash and for a good reason. He scared me. And not in the way Michael did that I liked.
