Chap 3

Anya POV

I eventually had to give Becky the heads up about Damian. I can't have her blind sided and messing with the Mission. After lots of yelling and curses aimed at me whenever we were in our classes for the next few periods. But she eventually got the idea and being a good friend, allowed it begrudgingly after I hit her with my puppy eyes.

I'm still trying to piece together my next moves on how to progress forward. Obviously Damian feels something toward me so I need to build off of that.

It's the last period and although I'm trying very hard to pay attention to the board, I can't help but keep looking at the clock. It feels that as soon as it starts, its mission time. Which is nerve wracking, I've been fantasizing about this night all week. The different things I could say or do with Damian. Especially after talking with Mom, I'm hoping it won't come to that.

But a part of me wouldn't really mind the idea of Damian kis…I shake my head at the thought. Trying to refocus on the board as my pulse increases while I'm daydreaming about Damian.

My phone is buzzing back to back which I ignore, chalking it up to Becky. I haven't glanced at it yet, but started to get the feeling someone was staring at me. I look over at Becky wondering if it was her but she's so engrossed in her phone I shake off the feeling.

Before I knew it, we finished class and the final bell rang and my nerves shot to the tops of my skin in tingles. I wonder if this is how Papa feels on a mission.

I hovered at my locker finally taking out my phone to see Becky's bombardment of messages. I know I'm leaving with her to get ready at her house. I didn't really have anything to wear so Becky said she would give me a makeover, which I'm a bit nervous about in itself.

I can hear Becky approaching me as her excited thoughts flutter in my mind. People are greeting her saying how they can't wait for later. She loves the attention as she smiles and touches shoulders with the other elites.

My phone vibrates in my hand, from a number I don't recognize. When I opened it I realized who it was from and my heart started to race.

"I'll see you later - D"

My heart felt like it jumped at the four words on my screen. But I roll my eyes, of course he would keep me hanging on till the last minute with an answer.

Unsure how to respond, I responded with a smiley face emoji and winky face one. Not really finding words on how to respond, but not wanting to risk leaving him on read and he backs out.

Becky wraps her arm around me in a side hug, she peers to my phone and sees the message. I lower my phone, and she smiles at me earnestly. "Ooooo Anya's got a date." She says quietly singing it. I push her off me gently, blushing now realizing that it kind of was… but for the mission.

Now that I know he's coming I need to figure out the next step. I turn to Becky because I'm at a complete loss "what do I do?" I close my locker with more force than I anticipated, starting to feel a bit overwhelmed now that things are going according to plan.

She laughs thinking I'm joking, but then it softens when she realizes how serious I am.

"We're about to make you a whole baddie tonight. He won't be able to resist you." She says in a sultry voice.

"I'm not sure that's what I'm aiming for Becky" I grimace a bit thinking she's jumping the gun. I'm not exactly trying to sleep with Damian, just get close enough for him to lower his guard.

"Just make tonight fun Anya, take things slow." Becky soothes "One thing at a time, which first let's head to the front and catch our ride."

I roll my eyes adjusting my bookbag "lead the way rich girl" she beams her smile pulling me along already on the phone with her party planner about her dj. This is going to be a long night.

I wonder if papa is going to be around. Knowing him he'll find a way to lurk around, so I need to be weary of him. It's one thing to fail but for him to see me fail on the sidelines. It would crush me if he felt he needed to intervene.

I just need to focus on Damien's thoughts and have him steer where this goes, till I get close enough to give Papa an opening. He needs to provide some intel to his supervisors or sooner or later they're going to pull the plug on the only real family I've ever had.

I can't fail, I won't.

I'm not going to lie I was feeling nervous about Becky giving me a makeover but damn was she good. The dress she picked out for me was just my style, a tight black off the shoulder dress that went just above my knees in the front to just under in the back. It was a bit tight around my boobs since Becky talked me into another one of her padded push up bras. The bottom of the skirt was adorned with sakura petals that matched my long pink curls. She lined my eyes with black liner and gave me a smoky eye that made my green eyes pop. I've never felt more confident, and beautiful.

Thinking back on beautiful I wonder if Damian would like it, or if it's too much. Before I could say much, Becky already pulled out her phone and turned it toward us as she leaned in for a selfie.

She announced it as she pushed the camera button "Bestie Pregame!" I smiled as she took the picture doing a peace sign feeling slightly awkward. She immediately adds a filter as she writes out her caption and says she's going to tag me in it. I bite my lip wondering if Damian will see it.

I look over at Becky's outfit, which is a bit more revealing than her choice for me. Which I'm thankful for, believe me. Her dress was so short that if she were to bend over I'm afraid that she'd be plastered over EdenBook for the entire school to see and not in a good way. It's something I had gotten used to over the years, but Becky doesn't deserve that. Especially times like this she can be a little air head and not make the best of decisions.

She mentions how she's going to head downstairs to make sure they are cleaning up as guests should be starting to arrive soon. I take the opportunity to head down the hall and scope out some of the rooms, and find one that I might decide to take Damian too. I grab the bug that I took out of my dad's spy kit, it's an almost invisible patch that I can place on him he shouldn't feel it at all. I would only be able to listen in for a day, but hopefully I can listen in and find something helpful. I connected it to my phone but it wont activate until it's peeled and placed. I make sure it's at the top of my purse so I can have access to it.

I need to make sure I focus on his thoughts. We're going to meet up downstairs and when there's more people and the party is in full swing it's going to make it difficult to read his mind. I need to read into his physical queues, which means I need to watch him carefully. I've only got one shot at this or he may not speak to me the rest of senior year.