Full summary:

Damian is feeling neglected by his so called family. Tim is always on edge having relationship problems, Jason's never home and when he does come back to the manor he's pissed drunk, Bruce is too busy working to even think about his family, let alone his youngest son, Damian just wants his father to love him. Things start to brighten up when Damian meets Mr. Grayson the new super hot English teacher who happens to also be coach of the Gymnastics team.

Or the one where Damian's a talented singer, actor, dancer and he finds refugee from his family in the gymnastics team. (And may or may not hook up with Mr. Grayson)

A/N so here's a new story I just thought of out of the blue. This story is mostly to get out my Dami angst feels. this also happens to be my first time writing a Gay relationship so good luck to me!

Warnings!:Underage!, Swearing!, Neglect!, Male and male relationship!.

Anyways enjoy!

The sunlight peeks through the curtains of my furnished room; shining directly onto my eyes making me groan in annoyance; I blink my eyes open slowly trying to get rid of the crust on the out skirts of my eye lid. Glancing over at my clock I see that the time is 5:59 am, 1 minute before my alarm clock rings.

I can already tell this days going to be horrible; I slam the alarm clock on my bed side with more force than needed and force myself out of my king sized bed. I made my way to the bathroom across the room and locked the door behind me wanting my privacy even though I know my family wouldn't care enough at all to come and barge into my room endless they needed a favour.

I turn the well polished shower to almost the hottest setting and quickly strip; the water felt heavenly on my sore back muscles, it was much appreciated after a restless night.

After about 20 minutes I finally get out of the shower grabbing a fluffy towel off the towel warmer on the way out. Quickly getting dressed I look myself over in the mirror quickly choosing a pair of black jeans and a black low V-neck. I felt that the neck line was a little too low; I didn't really think much of it but just in case I throw on a loose hoodie that wasn't really much better in neck lines but it was a bit shorter. I didn't know what to do with my hair today so I just ran my hand through my hair once getting a satisfying spiky look.

I grab my phone off my desk and pick up my backpack off the floor before heading downstairs to greet my family; as always Bruce was gone for work and I probably won't see him until twilight.

I make my way into the kitchen where Pennyworth is cleaning.

"Good morning Master Damian" came the usual emotionless greeting from pennyworth; I choose to ignore him.

I sit down at the island and stare at the food in front of me, not daring to touch any of it because I don't think I can stomach any food. I settle for laying my head against the cool marble of the counter and get a couple minutes of sleep. Before I can enjoy the little moment of silence Drake opens the door not so gracefully and slams the door on his way in.

Apparently he's on the phone because all I hear is "Look Connor I swear if I see you with that chick one more time I'm going to lose my shit, you're so oblivious to her flirting with you!"

On the other line I can hear a faint seemingly loud yell sounding something like "She's just a friend!" I swear I don't need this right now.

"Pennyworth would you so kindly drive me to school now?" The thought of school makes me sick. All a bunch of whores, sluts, players around my school and it makes me want to throw myself off a bridge, not that anyone would care if I did.

Pennyworth nods silently before grabbing his keys; I try following him outside but get blocked by Drake.

"Fuck you Connor!" Tim hangs up and looks like he might just about kill someone; I just so happen to be on the wrong side of his anger today (or everyday).

"Move you little shit!" Tim yells before shoving me roughly out of the way. Not having the energy to fight back I settle with a

"Don't touch me Drake" He huffs and storms out of the kitchen.

I make my way over to the limo waiting for me to get in. I hate arriving to school in a limo because it draws too much attention to myself and a bunch of people glare at me like I'm the reason why they don't have a billion dollars.

The ride over to the school was shorter then I was hoping it to be; honestly I don't know why the Hell Father decided to put me in the most popular and biggest school in Gotham, because even though this may be the best school for education, sports and arts, this also happens to be the gossip central, one wrong move and the tabloids will be all over your ass.

I step out of the limousine getting looks from the other teenagers; I don't really care anyways because I'm pretty much used to it. I sling my backpack over my shoulders and proceed walking the long distance to the main doors.

I mentally run through my head the classes I have today; first block I have math 12th grade calculus (Fuck my life), second block Foods, third block science, Lunch , 4th block Physical education, and last block English.

The day didn't seem so bad; I already knew all maths I needed to know from all the tutors mother has had me see, Foods wasn't particularly my favourite class to go to but it wasn't the worst either, I also knew all the science I needed (I don't know why Father doesn't just pull me out of school), Lunch is one of my favourite times of the day because we have almost an hour and 20 minutes of lunch and it's the time of the day I can escape the world, Physical education was mediocre considering I've been trained in every martial arts there is and was born with above average abilities (all the coaches have been getting on my ass for not joining any sports teams); finally there's English, my other favourite part of the day. The reason why I like English is because it actually challenges me in assignments and during class we don't even learn anything. I was a bit disappointed when our English teacher Ms. Gwendolyn said she would be changing schools because of better job opportunities. The teacher that's supposedly taking her place is arriving today and I don't know how this day could get any worse.

Pushing the front doors open I maneuver myself through the crowds of people, weaving through the endless bodies and making my way to my locker I quickly open it and drop off my backpack while also getting the text books I needed before leaving for my first class.

The first 3 blocks of the day were terrible.

My math class was absolutely insufferable; I literally wanted to shoot myself with the many guns Todd had stored in his room. The math teacher knows nothing of math and all the equations he did were absolutely wrong; I didn't say anything about his teaching but I wanted to, we learned everything that I already knew; he shouldn't really care if I fall asleep if I already knew the material inside out right? Wrong, he chewed me out for not listening in his class (and falling asleep) and every chance he could get he called upon me in class to figure out a bunch of equations, then after answering his questions correctly and even showing all my work he looked furious looking like he was about to kill me. Foods class wasn't as bad but it was pretty boring, once I graduate I would like to be able to cook something other than pizza or pasta; and let's not even get me started on science, I swear to god if I have to learn anymore about classifying or describing organisms I'm going to lose it!

But at last it's finally lunch; I don't enjoy lunch time because I can take a break or eat or something like that; it's the time of the day where I can go into the schools dance studio alone without interruptions because the schools dance teacher so kindly let me have a key to the studio as long as I didn't tell anyone.

Sometimes I live for these days because there's something about letting a piece of music take me away and dancing make my body feel numb with passion that make me feel...special; Special probably isn't the right word to describe it but it's the first word that comes to my head.

After dropping my stuff off at my locker I make my way to the dance studio where I immediately unlock the door and change into more comfortable clothing. As always the scene before me is breath taking; the hard wood floor boards were polished to perfection, mirrors were surrounding the room on 3 different walls, a beautifully crafted bar on the wall and opposite from the wall was my favourite part of the whole room, that particular wall was completely a window, overlooking the happy harbor beach and city skyline. I walk over to the sound system and plug in my phone where I play a random song from my list of lyrical/contemporary songs.

Out of all the dance types I find that Lyrical was my favourite type; I really don't know what but I just know it is.

My Favourite to least is Lyrical, Contemporary, Ballet, Jazz, Tap then hip hop. Not that there's anything wrong with Jazz, tap or hip hop; I just find it hard for me to express myself through those particular dance types, even if they're fun to do every once in a while.

The song plays with a soothing melody and soft voices and soon I find myself losing my body to the music.

I start off with simple pirouettes and back attitudes; then when the song hits a crescendo I do the more advance stuff. After what seems like only 5 minutes the bells to the school have wrung and I grumble because now I have to go to Phys. Ed.

I couple minutes later I'm changing in the locker rooms into my gym uniform and heading outside for our class.

When what feels like an eternity passes by I'm the first one in and out of the change rooms at the end of class.

As always Physical education was stupid and our unit this week is soccer (A/N or football wherever you're from); during the class the coaches pulled me out from the drills to talk to me.

Flashback...

"Wayne, come here!" I look up from the soccer ball I was dribbling and it didn't even occur to me that my more advance skills may have looked like I was showing off.

"You called coach?" I say in an almost innocent voice

"Just hold up" I had to cover my ears when Coach Robert called over Coach Perry and Coach Lenard.

"So Wayne we have a proposition for you" Coach Robert started

"And that would be?" I raised my eye brow

"Well you know that this school just so happens to have one of the best sports programs in all of Gotham and maybe perhaps United states" Coach Perry says

"Yes?"

"And lately some of our teams have been failing" Coach Lenard says with much disappointment on his face

"Your point is?" I say with a bit of annoyance

"We've seen your athletic abilities and you being Bruce Wayne's son and Timothy Drake Wayne's Brother as a bonus we decided to recruit you for any athletics team you want" They say trying to make it sound exciting when I know for a fact they just want me to join so I can crush other schools and get the sports teams more publicity.

"Though it was a great proposition I'm going to have to decline your offer thank you" Their faces fell and the look of disappointment and anger were evident.

"What do we have to do to get you to join a simple sports team?" Coach Robert said trying to hold back his yells and frustration

"Sports aren't really my thing" Is all I said before leaving them behind.

Flashback end...

After putting away my stuff in my locker I get my English text book, my binder and the book we were currently reading then close my locker shut clicking it locked before heading to class.

I was checking my Phone and reading all the text I had, one being Alfred saying that he couldn't pick me up today and another from Bruce saying Tim, Jason and him were going out to the hockey game tonight so I was going to be home alone.

Things like that just piss me off sometimes; just because I said I wasn't into sports doesn't mean I won't spend time with my family. And what's even worse is Bruce probably didn't even send that text, his secretary sends all his text for him.

I walk into class with my head down lost in my own world and don't even notice the murmurs of the other students or the new face in the classroom.

An unfamiliar voice interrupts me from my daze and I look up to see a beautiful face; a man that looks no older than 25 is standing in front of the class in his crisp, beautiful, button up shirt. That wasn't the only thing that was beautiful; His hair was jet black almost the same colour as mine swooped to the side a bit and looked absolutely smooth, his face was the definition of perfection; the tan skin and defined jaw just got me somehow and I could tell he worked out judging by his shirt being tight enough to see his abs. But what got me the most was his eyes; they were as blue as the ocean, looking as if they were staring into my soul and I swear to god I think he's staring right at me. I didn't mean to but my face burned up.

He smirked directly at me and I maybe just died a little at that (Not that I would admit it)

The mysterious (and gorgeous) man flashed an award winning smile "Hello class my names Mr. Grayson and I'll be your new English teacher"

And maybe there would be more to look forward to in the day (and everyone after that).

A/N So what did you guys think? Continue or naw?