-note: this is a damianxanya fic, but set in the modern day and they're aged up so that they're both 17. :3
She peeked at her phone for a moment, music blaring in her ears so she could drown out everyone else's thoughts. She slammed the car door closed and started walking towards the testing center that everyone else was. Today was the SAT date and everyone at their school was required to take it at least once, and today was the last test date before university applications.
"Anya!" A familiar voice shouted, grabbing her shoulders suddenly. Becky, her best friend, was also here for the exam. Anya smiled at the comforting sight, though her smile faded as she looked behind her at
Him.
Damian Desmond.
Her nemesis.
"Oh come on, ignore him, Anya. He's nothing, we have way better things to do than focus on him," Becky scowled, grabbing her arm and rushing her away towards the line.
Anya's eyes widened as sy-on boy started talking to his friends. He'd always been so popular, and so…
So distant and cold.
Anya nodded rapidly as they started talking about the next Imperial Scholar meeting at their expensive prep school, Eden College.
They waited in line until they began separating the students into different rooms. As Anya entered her room, she noticed that they'd been separated, and no one from Eden was there, except…
Him.
Of course he was.
She lay her head on her desk, tired already, especially because everyone's mind was so noisy. However, she jolted up just as suddenly, noticing a bug crawling across her desk as students continued to file in. She raised her hand, staring at the proctor who was thinking about how tired she was,
"Ma'am can I go get a paper towel to get rid of the bug on my desk?"
The proctor nodded, urging her to hurry as the test was about to start. As she hurried to the bathroom, she let the door shut behind her, ripping some paper towels off the roll. She was so focused that she didn't hear the door open again.
"Anya Forger. My girl."
She turned to face the stranger, her eyes widening and she opened her mouth to scream, but he clamped a hand over it.
"I don't think so, pretty girl, with those pretty little horns."
She bit on his hand and he let her go for a moment as the door opened again. Anya's eyes widened in shock.
It was Damian. How could it be?
Damian ran towards the stranger, with a sharp right hook and took him down easily. She wished that she had thought of that also.
"Are you okay?" He asked her, locking eyes with her.
He looked so beautiful, his hair wild, his hand covered in the stranger's blood. Anya resisted the urge to gag. What kind of thoughts was she having? Were those the hormones that Becky kept telling her about at work?
"Why did you save me?"
