-Damian POV-

The moment he saw her in that glittery green dress, his mind turned into mush. She made every other girl look so plain in comparison, and she outshined the sun itself. Anya was stunning, and that dress was so revealing-

The thoughts that were seeping in his mind, the ways he wanted to be railed by her in that dress, the way his tie felt too tight around his neck, the way she should pin him down, made him want to blush so hard. He was definitely blushing and staring at her like an idiot instead of just taking her hand.

Becky widened her eyes at him, hinting that he should go hold Anya's hand instead of waiting there like a stupid. He was surprised that he managed to read her cue,

The three of them drove there in silence, with Anya in the passenger's seat and Becky sitting behind them. He drove, barely paying attention to the road, staring at her pink hair and remembering the way she drove. He liked it; it was calm and smooth, everything he was not.

The banquet hall was beautiful, all decorated and shiny, but it couldn't outshine her. He swallowed a breath as the trio walked inside, Ewen and Emile immediately flanking him,

"Boss, you didn't tell us you were going with ug- I mean Anya Forger," Ewen quickly said, worried for Damian, "Is she blackmailing you, Boss?"

Emile put a hand on Damian's shoulder,

"It's okay, Boss, you can tell us. This is a no judgment zone."

Damian swatted at them both; they had gone crazy these days,

"I'm here with her because I want to be here with her. She's the most beautiful girl at this school and I can't stop thinking about her. Guys, should I ask her to dance?"

Ewen and Emile both slapped their faces. They were so tired of their Boss' antics,

"You should definitely ask her to dance, but later you'll have to tell us how you managed to pull her," Emile laughed.

Ewen sighed,

"We truly thought that you would never date anyone, Boss. We're so proud."

Damian laughed at his two best friends,

"Thanks for the vote of confidence, guys."

He walked away, towards Anya who was standing there talking to Becky,

"Anya, do you want to dance together?"

He was so proud that he had managed to ask, and when Anya said yes, he could feel his heart leap with joy and excitement as the first notes of the first slow song of the night began to play out of the loudspeakers.

"Anya, you look so beautiful tonight. Wait, I mean you look beautiful every night. I mean-" His mind was so stupid, always turning into utter mush around her.

Anya pressed a finger on his lips, and he could feel the heat rising in his head again,

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

It was almost impossible for him to control himself around her. God she was so fucking-

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

He was dying. Was it what he thought she meant?

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

He was terrified,

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

Damian pulled her away, and started analyzing her face. No way, she wasn't. He couldn't believe his mind,

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

Anya scoffed, and Damian had thought that he'd made a huge mistake right then,

"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, he could barely stand the heat anymore,

"Yes," He whimpered, barely audible over the noise of the dance and the loud music. He hoped that she had heard him

Anya tilted her head from side to side. Oh God, she was going to play with him. He was like a mouse and she was like a cat.

Teasingly, she said,

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

Damian couldn't stand it anymore, leaning into her neck, begging,

"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 laughed again, grabbing his hand, leading him outside, seating him the driver's seat, kissing his neck,

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

He put the car into reverse, backing out of the parking lot, more focused on his growing boner than the road and the girl sitting next to him. She was trying to kill him or get them both killed.

The worst part was that he would let her.

He raced to his house, trying to get there as fast as possible, hopefully before she noticed his pants.

Why did he even care so much if she noticed?

At the red light he turned to look at her, a smirk on her face,

"Damian, I know you can hardly wait to get home, but you should focus on the road, pretty little Sy-on Boy."

AND NOW EVERYTHING IS CAUGHT UP :D

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