A/N: Anya and classmates are all 18 in this fic. Rated M scenes to come.

Chapter 1

Anya POV

This year is possibly our final year as a family. I realize this as the stress is clear in papa's thoughts…if we can't finish this mission to end the war. I'll lose more than just my family, the world may suffer because of our failures. I was the child he chose in the orphanage. I faked my way into his life because I thought it would be exciting. But the immense responsibility of the situation has been made very clear to me, with this being our final chance.

Everything is riding on me getting through Damian's emotional walls, no matter the cost. Being an imperial scholar allowed papa to meet with his target on a few occasions but they're both too untrusting. That a casual invitation to their home seems near impossible at this point.

But I'm desperate to try and figure out how to get close to him. So here I am laying beside Becky Blackbell, my childhood best friend as she sexts with her college boyfriend for advice. I'm really trying to tune out her thoughts while I go through my own thoughts about the mission.

eggplant … tongue Becky giggled and I can feel the lust in her thoughts trickling into my head.

Ugh…damn Becky and her hormones, she lost her virginity a few years ago and sex has been her captor. She doesn't really make the best decisions when she thinks with her pussy rather than her mind.

Jokingly I dry heave as I turn to her and she laughs, swatting me away from her. "Well you're just laying there quietly, something on your mind?"

She puts her phone down trying to read my face with flickers of concern. Becky has been very protective of me, ever since we were young. I don't want to bring her in on my issues, because I have the weight of the world on them.

I put my hands up, "nothings wrong… it's just-." I sigh knowing I need more ideas on how to get closer to Damian. Becky would help me if I asked her, but she detests him for all the pranks he's pulled at my expense over the years. Let alone breathe the same air as me.

"-I need some ideas on how to get close to a specific guy." I fidget with my fingers pressing them together like a diamond as I spoke. Becky lowered her phone completely as she faced me smiling. Her heart flutters with excitement at my admission, though false in nature.

"Do you have a crush on someone Anya!" She pushes me softly, smiling wide at me. Her thoughts flicker through my head, finally I was starting to wonder if she was a lesbian.

I straightened my spine and replied "N-Y-Yes, a male who has a penis." I blush deeply realizing I didn't need to describe it like that. I don't really have feelings for Damian like that…he's mean and nice at times it's hard to tell what he's thinking. I mean he has helped me out a lot and I think back to some of our memories together and how he went to bat for me when I needed him. Even if the next day he does something to try and put me back in my place.

I push the thought down, I can't let that get in the way of the mission. But I'm hoping since I've been practicing I can get a better read on him. Papa has had memories of previous relationships he's had for the sake of a mission. Even though he doesn't feel that way about Mama, not anymore.

That's it! I just need to embody the mind of a spy senior year. Get close to Damian and get in the house.

"Eeeeeee" Becky squeals "tell me who it is." She clasps her hands together leaning close to get a secret. I rub the back of my neck, smiling small, the blush still across my cheeks.

"I can't, I don't want to make it a big deal." I said sheepishly, suddenly feeling like this was a bad idea bringing it up to her. She pouts but nods "aww poo your no fun" but she doesn't press further.

She smiles genuinely "your already a queen if he doesn't see that then fuck him." I laugh, Becky has always had my back for so long and she's big on seeing the real version of me and not being watered down versions.

"Thanks, but I mean how do I.. get his attention." Choosing my words carefully.

Thinking back to last year Damian is always surrounded by a flock of people. His minions and fan girls are always around him. So it's not going to be easy trying to get through his circle but it's hard to find him alone. I exhale defeat in my own thoughts.

Becky catches it and puts an arm around me in a half hug "I didn't realize this bothers you like this" she pauses to think for a moment.

"Really though Anya you should just be yourself. I'm sure whoever he is will see you and make a move. But if not, you should send him a note to meet somewhere." She says the end suggestively. I roll my eyes when she leans over and fishes a box out from under her bed.

I wasn't sure what to expect but it sure as heck wasn't condoms and her collection of sex toys. She handed me two foiled condoms and told me to put them in my purse.

"Here you always want to be prepared, especially because it's senior year!" She squeals excitedly, but my eyes are drawn to her array of dildos she had and how big they are. The blush that stained my cheeks deepened, I looked away.

Physically shaking my head from the thoughts that surfaced of wondering what Damians looked like.

But I need to be professional about this like Papa would, no emotions just the mission. That's likely what I've been doing wrong this whole time. I've let my own emotions dictate how I react to him. Always letting him get a rise out of me.

I put them in my bookbag, as she suggested, not wanting to argue about it. Becky puts the box away and she states excitedly.

"I'm throwing a back to school party Friday after school. My parents are going out of town. So it'll be the perfect time to start off the year right." I nodded trying to think of how to use this opportunity to my advantage.

"It'll be 'invite only' of course with elite guests mostly, of course you too Anya." I didn't even bat an eye at the jibe at me not being elite. I want Becky to invite Damian, but knowing him, he wouldn't come anyway. Since they hate each other.

But maybe if I invite him myself he'll come…minus all his cronies. Two birds one rock however that saying goes.

"Can I invite someone?" Becky nods "of course! You should invite whoever the mystery guy is." She starts tapping away on her phone.

The first part of the plan is to get Damian to agree to go to the party with me and get him alone. If it's in this big house there are plenty of rooms I can take him to. Then I have to talk to him and get him to be my friend.

I nod and pound my fist against my palm, excited with the thought of an opportunity to get the plan in motion again.

Becky is on her phone looking up party themes, and already throwing stuff in her various shopping carts linked to her daddy's black card.

I look at my phone and see mama sent me a message asking if I wanted her to make me some dinner. I cringe at the thought and eyeing my chips. I never finished thinking I should now, to avoid fish heads for dinner.

I spent this summer with mom mostly since papa was really busy with side missions from the progression of the war. Riots and protests have been breaking out on both sides. I learned many ways to defend myself and much more, I even went to the shooting range with papa a few times, I finally got my hands on a pistol with a silencer.

Feeling how proud he was in those moments, drove me to want to fulfill this mission for him. Even if it means him leaving me. I owe him so much for taking care of me for my childhood and giving me so much.

I must do this for papa…for the world.

I stand on the sidewalk while I wait for the bus to take me to the academy. The skirt I'm wearing feels small on me as the breeze kicks it up and I can feel it weave between my legs. Maybe I should've gone up a size with the tailors. My shirt is feeling tighter as well, but that's likely from the push up bra Becky gave me that I decided to wear today. I pull my imperial scholars cape around my shoulders to try and hide the obvious from everyone else.

"Do you have all your workbooks? Your lunch? What abou-" papa rattles off the list that's continuing in his head. I put my hands up "yes, yes, yes I have it all." He's always worried about me and I love it, I've never felt cared for until papa came in my life. Even considering the circumstances.

He drives me to do better, that I've been trying to hone in on my telepathy powers as well. Trying to be more focused when I use my powers instead of them going haywire and I shutdown.

Papa and mama chat with each other while I fidget with my shirt feeling insecure now. There's a few of us at the bus stop and the students are nervous about classes, some being freshmen. While the various parents have worries for their children or being late for work. Easing my worries at least it's not just me who's nervous.

In the distance I spot the yellow bus as I walk closer to the curb holding the straps of my book bag tightly. Anxiety surfacing, papa's hand touches my shoulder and he offers me a warm smile of reassurance. But his thoughts are filled with worry of his mission and the pressure he's been getting from his superiors on getting closer with Donovan.

I nod to him with a determined look on my face, and tell him "you can count on me papa". His face briefly showed confusion but then returned to his smile. He's so good at lying, but I've been with him so long I can spot the slip ups.

I board the bus as the hiss of the doors open and I'm the first one to hop on and get a window seat. There aren't many commuters to the school so it stays relatively empty. Not many people I know since I need to get closer to the Elites even though I'm an outsider.

I'm suddenly filled with jitters knowing that I have to ask Damian to come with me to the party. Knowing papa he'll make sure we have the exact same schedule, so they're will be plenty of opportunities to try and ask him.

I pull out my phone and hop on the school's app and look up my schedule. Maybe I should take Becky's advice and write him a note.

I take out a piece of paper out of one of my fresh notebooks pressing it up against the seat in front of me. Trying my best not to have horrendous handwriting, it's something he's teased me about for so long.

Damian,

We need to talk, meet me in stairwell B during lunch.

Anya

Short and sweet, hopefully he doesn't blow a gasket or stand me up. I folded it up until it was a small triangle. I put it in my bookbag so I won't lose it when I get to the school. Looking back at our schedule we start off with our English class.

I researched the synopsis of the book we were supposed to read over vacation that I definitely didn't. With all the training I was getting from my parents, my studies weren't my priority. I've just gotten really good at bullshitting over the years. Learning which students were best at which subjects and learning to peer into their minds for answers. But now that I'm back in classes I need to protect my stars and make papa proud. Making sure to memorize the key points and some things I may want to highlight or add to a conversation to fake engagement. I've learned a lot about deception by watching my dad and mom.

Now I just have to put it into action.