-Anya POV-
The funeral had been the other day and Anya had attended, though she had sat in the back, making sure that Damian wouldn't see her there. Her black mourning attire was rather itchy but helped her blend in with the crowd, when usually she stood out with her flashy hair and attire. She had considered using a wig, but had decided against it. If Damian saw her, he would have to live with it. She didn't have to hide herself for his sake.
Well, more like her sake. She didn't think that she could keep up her resolve if he saw her and started talking to her. Anya knew it would kill her when he finally came back to school. Seeing him everyday and not being able to even talk to him sounded so strange, but it was her new reality.
Damian had told the eulogy and was the person who pretty much ran the entire funeral. His face looked stern and serious, and so different from what she was used to. Strangely enough, though, it was dry just like the rest of his family. Anya had only ever seen such events in movies and television shows and the family members were always sobbing. The Desmonds, however, seemed almost bored.
When the funeral ended, she slid into the driver's seat of her car, sitting there for a moment watching all of the people file out. It had been attended by so many people, but Anya was looking for him in all those people. Of course she was. She would make such a terrible spy.
She turned on the ignition of the car when she heard someone knocking on her window.
Fuck.
"Anya, I know you're in there. Your car is on. I'm not that stupid. We need to talk."
It was him. Was it fate intervening or karma for helping kill his father? Anya didn't know, but she turned off her car, rolling down the car window,
"Sit in the passenger seat. I unlocked the doors. You have five seconds to say what you want to and then you get out of my car."
Damian quickly slid inside. He looked good in the black, but Anya steeled her face to show no expression.
"Did Becky tell you what's going on?"
Anya raised an eyebrow,
"What are you talking about?"
Damian shook his head, pulling out his phone. Anya felt a sense of uneasiness, but resisted the temptation to read his mind. If she read it, what would she find?
"This is a text I got right after my father died."
She read over it,
"Please, you wanted to talk to me about this? It's probably just some bullshit someone came up with to scare you."
Damian rolled his eyes,
"This isn't the first time. Remember the thing in the Stella Scholars group chat? Forger, don't tell me you're just going to blow this off because you don't want to be near me. We are never falling for each other again, don't worry, I understand."
Anya scoffed,
"You think I'm the one who's going to have the problem with falling for you again, Desmond? Let's be for real. You're the one who fell for me first last time, and if anyone should be worried, it should be you. Fine, I'll help you. I'll entertain this stupid idea of yours."
Damian laughed,
"Then unblock me, Forger. If you are so certain you can resist falling for me again, then unblock me. What are you scared of? If you are so sure, then win."
Anya scoffed,
"Fine," she pulled out her phone, "I'll unblock you, Desmond, but my name is Anya. You don't get to call me Forger."
Damian sat up, unlocking the car door. His mind was so loud. Anya couldn't stop herself anymore.
God, I hope she doesn't hate me.
"Whatever helps you sleep at night, Forger."
He quickly got up, leaving and walking towards his car. All of the guests were gone by now and only his and her cars were still in the parking lot. Anya cursed herself out loud in the car. She had done exactly what she didn't want and got involved with Damian again.
Fuck.
Anya turned back on the car ignition as she backed out of the parking lot and headed home. What the fuck was going on now? Was she going crazy? Maybe they were both crazy.
Maybe she was the bad guy.
She was.
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this arc is killing me T_T that's prob why i've been trying to post sm lately so i can get past it
tyyy for reading 3333
