???JonDami Oneshots???

▪️◻️◻️There was a two year time skip so both boys are now 17◻️◻️▪️

Jon's pov

I opened my locker door and began grabbing my things for my first class of the day. Math.

I groaned. I'd been pretty mug failing the class which wasn't good because k won't be able to move onto my final year of high school if I don't get it together.

Damian had been my tutor prior to before he left and I did just fine. After he left with math not being my strong suit, my grade started going down.

I try not to think about Damian. We haven't talked for two years now. When he would visit Gotham, I refused to see him or work with him.

The way I see it, he probably hates me. I would too if my boyfriend who I'd opened up to just broke up with me without telling me why.

I shook my head, trying to get Damian out of my head.

But god I miss him. Hell, I think I still love him. I tried dating another boy from school to get over the youngest Wayne, but the relationship went downhill after a month or so.

I began walking towards my class in silence when I noticed a small commotion ahead.

I furrowed my brow in confusion. Another fight maybe? Was my first thought. But there's no yelling or cheering so that can't be it.

I shrugged and continued forward since my math class was in that direction. I adjusted my glasses on my face as I passed by the group.

I couldn't care less about what was going on so I ignored them.

Then a kid with dark hair and tan skin burst out from the middle of the group and ran straight into me.

"Ack!" I cried out as we crashed to the floor.

"-TT- Watch where you're going." A familiar voice hissed. I fixed my glasses.

"Shit." The voice cursed.

"Damian." I said breathlessly upon recognizing him. He'd gotten quite possibly more handsome than when I last saw him. His emerald green eyes narrowed into a scowl as he attempted to remove himself from me.

My face was hit as he failed and got way too close.

"Apologies Kent." Damian muttered as he was able to push himself off me.

I scrambled to my feet. "Don't worry about it." I said. We stood there awkwardly. I studied Damian. His arms were crossed over his chest in an irritated manner.

He was taller but still not as tall as me. Maybe 5'7 while I'm 5'9. Even with his school blazer on, I could see he had an even stronger build than before he left.

His black hair was styled differently. It was shoved at the sides and gelled at the top. His green eyes also appeared to be assessing me.

I swallowed.

"Long time no see." I said finally. Damian clicked his tongue.