Anya picked up her pen, narrowing her eyes as she tried to focus on the work in front of her. With everything that was going on with her mom, it was just so hard to pay attention to anything anymore. Slamming her book shut louder than she'd expected, she winced lightly and glanced up,
noticing every set of eyes on her. "Sorry," she mumbled as she stood up, "can I be excused?" Anya stood up before the teacher could answer, gathering up her books and scurrying out the door. The girl made her way down the hallway, turning the corner just in time to run into Mark Fitzgerald.
"Ew, don't touch me," Fitz started before turning around to face who had run into him. "Oh, nevermind. You can touch me anytime you want, as long as I get to return the favor." He flashed his signature trouble-maker smirk, planting a hand on Anya's ass. Anya's lips parted in surprise, pushing him against the locker as she stumbled away from him. "You're such a pig!" She scrunched up her nose, shuddering as she picked up a few things she'd dropped in shock. As she stood up, her face met Fitz's. Fitz closed in on her until Anya backed up into the locker. Anya opened her mouth to speak, stammering as Fitz put either hand on the sides of body, leaning against the lockers, their faces close. "Come on," Fitz spoke, smirking devilishly. "everyone wants Fitzy." Anya gasped softly, having nowhere to go, she just stood there completely still as he leaned closer. Just as his lips met not hers, but the crook of her neck, Bianca's voice rang through the empty hallways. "What are you doing with her?" Bianca walked over to them in time for Fitz to back up nonchalantly. "You know she's too innocent to put out, you're wasting your time." Fitz smirked, glancing Anya over once more shrugging and walking off with Bianca. Anya just stood there for a second, putting her hand on her neck where he kissed her before shaking her head in disbelief and walking off.