-Damian POV-
He made sure that he looked his best, but Damian was rather unsure why he even bothered. She hated him. He supposedly hated her. They were only doing this to get rid of that idiot that couldn't stay the fuck out of their lives. God he wished that he could read her mind or have some idea of what she was even thinking. Anya made no sense and he hated it.
She was waiting inside the coffee shop that they had agreed upon beforehand, citing it as a neutral space where neither one would have some sort of 'advantage' over the other. Anya probably thought so low of him. She didn't want him? He would survive somehow. This was the only way to get over her.
Her short hair was wrapped in buns that covered the horns on her head, but Damian didn't say anything, sitting down on one of the metal framed chairs as Anya looked at the menu boards,
"Do you want me to order for us? It would be quite rude of us to be here and not get anything. Besides, Becky told me this was the best coffee place in town. It would be such a waste to be here and not get anything."
Damian nodded, reading the board where a young woman was wiping the counter. She seemed to be about their age. She was what people would call good looking, Damian supposed, but she seemed so plain compared to Anya.
"Sure, I'll go order for us. What do you want?"
Anya tilted her head from side to side,
"A strawberry frappe would be nice, I suppose."
Damian nodded, sliding off of the chair to go order.
The barista, however, spoke before he could,
"I'm sorry, but is that your girlfriend you're here with?" She smiled.
Damian shook his head,
"No?"
The barista sighed, almost like she was relieved. Damian felt so confused until she said,
"I was worried she was your girlfriend, but if she's not, can I have your number?"
Damian was about to open his mouth to respond when Anya clamped a hand on his shoulder,
"I'm sorry, I think I'm going to have to chew him out later. He always likes to play practical jokes on me like this. Babe, I've told you a million times, I'm not comfortable with you getting other girls' numbers, so please stop. Otherwise, I might have to peg you again."
Anya smirked, squeezing his hand tight, staring at the barista with eyes that seemed to shoot daggers as the barista looked at Damian disgusted. He would never be able to come to this place again, he thought. He would kill Forger one of these days.
"I'm sorry, babe," He said the last word tentatively, "I'll pay for it. One strawberry frappe and a caramel macchiato."
Anya smiled as he swiped his credit card, the barista still visibly angry at him. Damian felt so confused as they walked back to their tables to wait for their drinks,
"Why did you do that?" Damian scowled when Anya let go of his hand.
Anya laughed,
"She was hitting on you, sy-on boy."
Damian scowled. So this is how she wanted to play now? She was the one who dumped him, so why should she care so much?
"Last time I checked, you were the one who ghosted me after we slept together and then told me you wanted to break up, and blocked me pretty much everywhere."
Anya said nothing as Damian went to go get their drinks,
"I can explain."
Damian rolled his eyes.
"I don't believe that."
Anya looked at him pleadingly,
"It's a long story, but you have to believe me, please."
Damian raised an eyebrow.
"Go ahead," he sighed. Why was he not surprised? He could never say no to her.
Anya nodded,
"Think of anything, anything in the world, but don't tell me."
Damian tilted his head side from side, sipping from his drink. He couldn't force himself to think of anything but her pink hair.
Anya smiled sadly,
"You're thinking about me."
Damian's eyes widened,
"How did you guess that?"
Anya sighed,
"I am a telepath. I have been reading people's minds for years so I could stay in Eden and stay safe."
Damian jolted upright. Oh god, if that was true, then-
SHE MUST KNOW ABOUT EVERYTHING.
Anya looked at him in his state of terror and panic,
"Don't worry. I hardly ever read your mind."
Damian raised his eyebrows,
"Why? Why would you?"
Anya sighed,
"Because it felt wrong to read the mind of the person that I love the most."
Damian could feel the warmth in his cheeks surging as she quickly switched the subject,
"So how are we going to figure out who is sending the texts?"
Damian mulled the thought over, sipping more from his drink, noticing that Anya had barely touched hers,
"We can compare it to other Eden student's texting styles and think of who would have a grudge against us. Also, are you okay?"
Anya's face suddenly turned pink,
"Of course I am. Why wouldn't I be?"
Damian sighed,
"Because you've barely drunk any of your strawberry frappe."
Anya smiled softly,
"I'm sorry, but it's because I was so nervous after telling you the truth. I'll drink it now."
Damian shook his head,
"It's okay, but I still don't get how you being a telepath makes everything okay now?"
Anya sighed,
"My father doesn't want me to date anyone. He says I would be risking my life and be in danger."
She was lying.
Her face was twitching and she was fidgeting with her drink as she drank it,
"You're a liar. I don't need to be a telepath to tell that," He got out of his chair, grabbing his drink, and headed towards the door,
"We can talk and solve this when you're ready to tell me the truth. For now, I think I need some time alone. I'll figure this out on my own till then."
Anya got out of her chair, presumably to rush towards him, but he left too quickly. He knew deep down that he still loved her, but they couldn't be around each other until she was ready to tell the truth.
But god, she was a beautiful liar.
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T_T this arc is killing me guys i am literally bawling every chapter.
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