Even though she'd never admit it, all Anya could think about since yesterday at school was Fitz. Mark Fitzgerald, the boy who she expected to be more interested in someone more like.. Bianca. Someone rough, who wouldn't be clingy but without a doubt would put out. So, why was Fitz going after her? Just another trophy to put on his shelf? Shaking the thought from her head, Anya sighed heavily as she looked up the stairs at the school. She was completely dreading school, just for the thought of running into Fitz again. But why? Why did Fitz intimidate her? Was it really that she didn't like him or was it the fact that she refused to admit, even to herself, that being around him genuinely excited her to the core. There was something about him that just made her shudder in all the best ways. Rolling her eyes at herself, she let out another sigh and walked up the steps and into the school.

Four periods later and she had managed to avoid him almost half of the day. Smiling to herself, Anya grabbed her books and walked to her locker, humming softly. It was a great day, not seeing Fitz at all meant not having to deal with her feelings toward him. Anya tossed the books she didn't need into her locker to get ready for lunch. Anya shut it to see Fitz had been standing behind the door, waiting for her to. Gasping, she swallowed hard and looked up at him, pursing her lips. "What do you want, Mark?" "You," He spoke with a smirk, causing her to gasp softly. He closed in on her again as the bell rang and they were left alone in the hallway. "Fitz.. I-I'm really not interested."

Fitz grinned, raising a brow. "I think you are," He leaned close and pressed his lips against her ear, whispering. "I think you want to fuck me." Anya gasped, lifting her hand to slap him but he caught her hand just before. There they were, him gripping her wrist in the air with their faces barely an inch apart. The look he was giving her should have disgusted her, but it just made her want him. Want him like she shouldn't. I stared at him wideeyed, gasping when she kissed her with more passion than she thought Fitz would even muster. Anya tried to push him away for a second, quickly giving in. Setting her hands on his shoulders, she kissed him back for a second before realizing what was happening and pushed him away. "No. Just, no." She shook her head in disbelief,
locking the padlock that hung off the door of her locker and glanced at him.