Sorry for the long update time and that it was kind of short. I'm really trying to get better at writing longer chapters, even though I have always struggled with it. I also had a lot going on at school and can only really write on the weekends.
Thank you for reading. 3
-Anya Pov-
Someone had left a note in her locker. At first, she'd thought nothing of it, and planned to just throw it away, but Becky had insisted that she go and see who had left it for her. She rolled her eyes at the thought, though she hadn't expected anyone to want to ask her to homecoming. Maybe it was Damian. Her heart leapt at the thought; this would be perfect for the mission. Papa would be so proud that the mission was going smoothly. Mama would be happy that she was finally going to one of the dances. She wished that she could have asked Bond who'd sent the letter as she hated not knowing.
In the end, she headed, by herself, towards the courtyard that hardly anyone ever went to. It was on the outskirts of the school building, and only classes that were there were for the kindergarteners and first graders. She hadn't been there in forever, except when she went to visit Mr. Henderson last year with Becky. The old teacher had said that this was his last year teaching, and Anya planned to visit him once more at the end of the year. She had not been expecting to be in the area so soon, she thought.
She sat down on a nearby bench, waiting for whoever had sent the letter to appear, her hands shaking. Anya was not scared, but more so…
Happy?
Why would she be so happy for Damian Desmond to be asking her to the dance? It felt so strange but comfortable and real…
The courtyard was so empty until a student from one of the other classes showed up.
Alistair Westing?
She'd only ever talked to him a couple of times, mostly out of politeness, since he didn't really have any major connections that could help her with the mission. He was the son of two commoners, and was only in the school due to his talent for playing the viola. Anya had never really thought of him…
"Anya, I've been thinking about you lately…" Alistair began, as he showed up.
Damian's mouth was curved into a scowl, his eyes glaring at Alistair as he walked towards Anya and him, his hands curled up into two fists, and she could tell he was trying his hardest to abstain from something horrible.
He grabbed Alistair shoulder, turning him away from her.
"Don't finish what you were saying, or you'll regret it."
Alistair smirked at Damian as Anya's eyes widened in shock,
"Or what? You'll beat me with those already bloodied hands? You'll destroy my reputation and make me an outcast? You'll hurt yet another person? Damian Desmond, despite all your friends and popularity, all you are is just a big crybaby who can't express his feelings like a normal person."
Damian suddenly released Alistair, stumbling backwards and almost falling to the ground as Alistair laughed.
"Hey! Stop it. Leave him alone," Anya stood up, grabbing Alistair's arm.
Alistair turned to face her,
"So the rumors were true. You do like him. And he obviously likes you. What a fool I was thinking someone as ugly as me could compare to someone like him. Girls these days only want money."
Anya let him go, making a disgusted face,
"People don't like you because of how you act. I will never go to the dance with you, even if you were the last guy alive."
Alistair laughed bitterly,
"We'll see about that. We will see."
He began slowly walking away, leaving only her and Damian, standing in the desolate courtyard.
"Are you okay, Sy-on Boy?" She whispered.
He shook his head, shaking,
"I shouldn't be talking to you. I promised-"
Anya shook her head,leaning over towards him, pressing a finger to his mouth as his eyes widened and his face blushed so hard,
"Don't worry about it."
She got up silently and walked away, back towards her class. Becky would not believe what had just happened.
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