-Anya POV-

God it pained her to see his stupid face. To see him say those words. She knew he was telling the truth, that wasn't the problem. It was more so how easily she could toy with him. It was how easily they could hurt each other.

But sure. They could play this game. They could pretend that everything was fine. Anya Forger and Damian Desmond, lovers united.

Asking him to go to the dance with her wasn't difficult; she knew he would say yes. The next part, though, was going to be harder.

Her dress was a beautiful emerald green and fell halfway down her leg. It glittered in the sunlight, shining iridescently and gorgeously. It was more beautiful than anything else that Becky had ever seen, she proclaimed when she saw Anya wearing the dress. Anya smiled widely at her reaction, shocked that her friend would ever think that way about something that Anya had.

Sy-on boy's reaction, however, was far better. His eyes widened at the sight of her in that dress, his face turning a bright red. For all his bravado in front everyone else, he was actually quite easily hmm

Anya tried to think of the word.

God I'm so turned on-

His thoughts slipped into her mind and Anya herself began blushing. God he knew the right words to say sometimes…

They walked into the banquet hall that Eden Academy had rented out for their dance tonight. The place was beautifully adorned, with a crystal chandelier, silver and gold adorning all of the walls; the school's dance committee had done an amazing job.

"So do you want to dance?" Damian whispered in her ear. She shivered at the surprising warmth of his breath. His body was always so warm, even though sometimes he seemed so far away.

Anya smiled,

"Of course, I would love to dance with you, Sy-on Boy."

He grinned, taking her hand as they walked together towards the dance floor, the DJ announcing that they would be playing the first slow song of the night.

Anya saw her best friend gagging as a group of guys went up to her to ask her to dance with them, and resisted the urge to laugh, instead focusing her attention on Damian.

"Anya, you look so beautiful tonight. Wait, I mean you look beautiful every night. I mean-"

Anya pressed a finger on his lips,

"I know what you mean, Sy-on Boy. You look very good also."

She wasn't lying, he looked very strikingly handsome in his custom tailored black suit. Anya had noticed many girls staring at him throughout the night and even read a few of their minds. She stopped after the fifth one called her a tramp. There was no point in hearing such stupidities.

Damian was hers. Her target. Her lover. Her Sy-on Boy.

"Damian," She leaned into him, almost resting her head on his shoulder, "Do you want to go somewhere quieter?"

She could feel the heat rising in his neck, his adam's apple bobbing, she wanted to laugh at how cute and innocent he was,

"Where exactly do you want to go, Anya?"

She could feel the nervousness in his voice,

"How about we go to your house, Sy-on Boy?"

Damian pulled her away, and started analyzing her face,

"Did you drink any of the punch, Anya? Some freshmen spiked it."

Anya scoffed, she knew full well who exactly had done it, and had thus avoided drinking from it,

"Don't worry, Sy-on Boy. I'm completely in the right mind. Now, yes or no?"

Damian's face kept turning pinker and pinker, and Anya could feel a grin creeping across her face. She had him in her trap,

"Yes," He whispered, barely audible over the noise of the dance and the loud music.

Anya tilted her head from side to side.

Teasingly, she said,

"Is that a yes or no, Sy-on Boy? You'll have to be louder than that, you know."

Damian Desmond was such a prude, she thought, teasingly again, as he leaned into her neck,

"Please. I would love to go there with you."

Anya smirked,

"I didn't hear a yes or a no, Desmond."

Damian sighed, painedly,

"Please, yes."

Anya knew she had him exactly where she needed him.

They made their way towards the exit, their hands interlocked, Becky shooting her a knowing wink. Anya raised an eyebrow back, but Becky was completely right with where her mind was going.

Damian sat in his car as Anya planted a kiss on the side of his neck, sitting in the passenger's seat,

"Start driving, Sy-on Boy. We have all night."

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