My name is Anya Grace Reagan. I am barely five feet tall. I have curves, piercings, and a Shih Tzu named Adonia. My hair is platinum blonde, my skin is ivory, and apparently my eyes are like diamonds. At least, that's what I've been told. My mother tells me that I am a fat slut, but I know otherwise. People who know me say I'm full of personality. People who don't say I'm a freak. I am who I am, and if you like it, that's great. If you don't, I really don't care. My name is Anya Grace Reagan, and I promise to tell the truth, or at least the part that deserves to be told.
I didn't mean to be as rude as I was; it just came out that way. That's what always happens when I'm not sure about something. I definitely wasn't sure about him. I'm sixteen. Why should I have to think about whom I'm going to marry? Why can't I find love for myself, instead of it being chosen for me?
I was almost sure Kyoya loved me. I mean, he was okay with everything that was wrong with me. I would trust him with my life, because I knew he would do all that he could to protect it. I could tell him anything; he would take my secrets to his grave. When I told him I was bi, he said that he was okay with it if I was. I didn't even get that reaction from my father, and that's saying something.
He was okay when I said that I didn't want anyone outside of our families to know that we were engaged. I told him it was because I wasn't sure about any of it. He said it was fine, but I could tell that he didn't believe me. I think I was telling the truth. We kept up a pretty good act for our families, too. They didn't know that nobody else knew about it. They thought we were hopelessly in love and that we wanted to be together forever. That was partially true. Kyoya was hopelessly in love with me and wanted to be with me forever.
However, there was something about him I didn't like. Sure, he was smart and good-looking, but he was calculating, so I was never really sure if he liked me for me. He knew I wasn't falling for him, but he chased me all the more. You'd think he'd have been smart enough to give up, but he didn't. I don't know why. At least, I didn't then.
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