-Anya POV-
Her mind was swirling with all sorts of thoughts as she walked back to class. Why had she done such a foolish thing, putting her finger on his mouth, forgiving him? It probably wouldn't even bother him; he'd definitely kissed many other girls, if not done more with them. It wouldn't bother him the way it bothered her, the way his lips felt against her hand, the way she'd wanted more from him. How she could feel his breath against her hand and slightly on her neck. They had been so close, closer than ever before. And god, how badly she had wanted her lips against-
She shook her head, forcefully brushing away the thought.
But to forgive him? She should have made him grovel more or at the least said nothing. She'd been so caught up in the moment that it had seemed-
The lunch bell rang as she walked inside her multivariable classroom, taking her seat. She tried to clear her mind of all that had just happened but she couldn't help herself from noticing that Damian, however, was notably absent. Anya tried to read her classmates' minds, maybe they knew where he'd disappeared to, but with no luck.
The teacher droned on and on, but she couldn't focus. What if Alistair had come back and done something to him? He had seemed so scared of Alistair and even she had been able to tell that his words had deeply hurt Damian. Anya had never seen Damian so scared and terrified before. He was always so confident and friendly, something she wished she could be more like.
The door almost blew open when he had finally appeared in class, his uniform looking in somewhat disarray, his hair blown all over the place. Had he gone and fought Alistair? There weren't any marks on him from what she could tell, but with him she could never tell.
As he sat down, she began trying to read his mind to see where he could have been. However, for some strange reason, he was
ACTUALLY THINKING ABOUT THE WORK?
What kind of weirdo was he? Didn't he get upset about how the teacher was scolding him or how he got detention? Nobody in that class actually focused on the work. They would just scribble some nonsense and be done. The teacher never actually graded the assignments. All the teacher cared about was attendance. This was one of the few classes Anya was actually doing well in, surprisingly since her math grade was usually so poor.
She looked back at her own paper trying to make sense of the nonsense on it, then at Becky's, which was completely filled out. Anya tapped Becky's hand twice, a sign for 'thank you'. Becky nodded slightly as Anya quickly filled out her paper and the two turned theirs in.
The class ended soon after, and with that, the school day. Becky and Anya began heading towards the senior parking lot,
"So what happened in the courtyard?" Becky giggled, almost jumping on top of Anya, grabbing her shoulders, with sheer curiosity, "You have to tell me!"
Anya looked at her best friend bashfully,
"Well… I don't have a date. It didn't work out."
Becky's face turned to one of horror,
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN? Was he really weird? I'm so sorry for making you go there with him."
Anya sighed,
"So it was Alistair, the viola prodigy from the other class. We met in the courtyard and while he was asking me to the dance, Damian showed up."
Becky looked enraged,
"Why would he come to ruin your moment? Can't he get a life? I've never met anyone as awful as that piece of shit. Alistair is so cute too!"
Anya bobbed her head from side to side,
"Well, it wasn't that bad. Turns out that the Alistair guy was kind of a creep and Damian kind of came to save me."
Becky's eyes widened, her hands going to her mouth,
"Aw, that's so sweet. I can't believe it. Damian definitely likes you! My Anya going to get herself a rich boyfriend and then we can go shopping all day and night on his money"
Anya rolled her eyes,
"Oh come on, be serious. Just because he's acting weirder than normal doesn't mean that he likes me that way. Maybe he's just matured a bit and now knows the difference between right and wrong and how to treat people."
Becky laughed,
"Ok, whatever you think Anya, but make sure I'm the maid of honor at the wedding."
Anya scoffed,
"Alright Becky, whatever you say."
She sat in her car, thinking about Becky's words. So many people kept saying that, but how could he like her? She wasn't even like any of the other girls he had dated or been with. He was Damian Desmond, the Prince of Eden, and she was just Anya Forger. She lay her head against the steering wheel of her car. What was she thinking these days? She really needed to get her head out of the clouds and start working towards the mission. Maybe she could get an invite to his house soon. She just needed to focus.
Tyy for reading, it means the world to me. I really did not expect to have anyone see this and it seriously means the world to me when anyone interacts with it at all. 3
