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Leaning on his hand, he looked at the pink-haired girl sitting in the front bench. Today her hair was tied up in a beautiful braid decorated with blue flowers. She looked beautiful as always. There was a slight smile on her face as she spoke to Becky, her friend. At the thought that Anya might also smile at him like that, he blushed slightly and closed his eyes. It wasn't at all that he had been hiding his feelings for Forger for over 12 years.
However, probably everyone knew that it really was.
He opened his eyes again, feeling that the light light that had only been illuminating his face a moment ago had been obscured. He looked up to see Anya smiling at him, making him blush even more.
"Sy-on boy! Have you heard?"
Damian raised an eyebrow in confusion. What was he supposed to hear about?
"I don't know what you're talking about Forger," he replied, folding his hands over his chest. He leaned back slightly, watching the girl whose eyes, full of life, flashed right through him.
God, she's so cute.
"We're going to have a new student in the class today!"
Shit, another one? Damian sighed, rubbing his face with his hand. During the last year, maybe 3 new students joined their class and they said goodbye the next week. It turned out that their grades were not required by unfair writing or even greater nonsense that circulated through Eden.
"So what?" "Sy-on boy, could you show your enthusiasm a little!" she said, puffing up her cheeks. If Damian was flushed at that moment, he looked like a juicy tomato in a few seconds.
"I..I always show enthusiasm!" he exclaimed. He felt his heart beating like crazy, tearing towards the shorter girl in front of him. Anya leaned over his bench so that she was standing a few inches in front of his face. Damian looked at her beautiful, large green eyes then swallowed.
Get a grip Damian!
"Liar. Sy-on boy, you're lying," she said, eyeing him. Damian got up quickly from his seat, walking quickly towards the exit |without a word. He felt that just a moment longer, and his heart would jump right out of his chest and the urge to kiss this girl would increase with each passing moment.
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"Boss-man!" Emile was running with Ewen right behind Damian, who, with the book in his hand, was walking towards the room.
He looked up from the book and then looked at the two boys who were trying to catch their breath. He raised an eyebrow at them.
"What do you want?"
"That new guy!" Ewen shouted, "He's trying to hit on Anye!"
Damian stood up straight looking at them with a straight face. The new one, what is he trying to do right now? Did he just hear it right?
He felt jealousy flow through his veins. He threw Emile's book in his hand and then quickly moved to the room where Anya was.
Nobody the hell has a right to hit on MY Anya!
He entered the room in a hurry, seeing a smiling Anye and a new blonde, who with a visible eye was trying to pick HIS Anya. He clenched his hands into fists and ignoring Emile's screams and Ewen walked over to Anya's bench, banging his fist on the desk. Next to Becky, as did Anya, jumped at the sudden noise that made everyone in the class look at Damian.
"Oh, you must be Damian! Nice to meet you, I'm Tom!"
"Close that mouth of yours!"
"Boss-man!" yelled Ewen
"What are you doing with MY girlfriend?"
Becky looked at her friend, who was staring at Damian's face in confusion. Understanding what Damian had said, she blushed furiously.
"Huh? Anya is your girlfriend?" the blonde looked at Damian, whose jealousy led more and more to punch him in this crooked face.
"Yes! Nobody told you that you are not picking up somebody's girlfriend?"
"Woah, dude take it easy, I didn't know"
He clenched his jaw. His stupid smile was driving him to a white fever, and soft whispers in the class were knocking against his ear. The blonde moved away from the bench and then moved towards the exit from the room, seeing Damian's eyesight. When the blond left the room, everyone was quiet. When Damian regained his composure, he blushed wildly, understanding what he had just said.
Damn it, I called Anya my girlfriend! Im so dead, im so dead!
He looked at the pink-haired girl who was staring at him, still flushed furiously. Becky, on the other hand, kept a hand over her mouth and held back the squeak she wanted so much to come out.
"Shit," he said until he quickly fled the room.
"Sy-on boy!"
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He was sitting on a bench under a tree, holding his head. Hell, he was so damn jealous of Anya that he hadn't even realized he had called her his girlfriend. What could she be thinking now? That he is an idiot? That she had missed a chance to get to know someone better than him?
Not! There is no one better than Damian Desmond himself.
He sighed as he heard the footsteps behind him.
"Ewen, Emile, get out of here. I'm in no mood."
"Sy-on boy .."
He looked up sharply at the sound of a voice so familiar to him. He looked at Anya, who was still flushed next to him, holding a scrap of her uniform.
"Anya? What are you doing here?"
The girl sat down next to him, a little closer than she intended. She was still holding the scrap of her uniform.
Damn, she's too cute. I want to kiss her so badly.
"Sy-on boy .. Were you .. were you jealous of me?"
"I..I .." he swallowed. Take on Damian, this may be the only chance to tell her your feelings! "And .. Yes .." he
muttered under his breath, looking down.
"Why?"
You can do it, Damian! You're Desmond, I'm sure you can tell her this!
"I like you." he said, blushing terribly.
Anya looked at him then smiled. She came closer to him and then rested on his shoulder.
"I like you too."
Damian raised his head abruptly, forgetting how to breathe. He looked down at his right, looking at Anya, who was staring at him in embarrassment.
"Are you serious?"
"Sy-on boy, I'm always serious," she said seriously and then giggled, causing the boy to smile.
"God, you don't even know how happy I am." He said putting his arm around her and bringing her closer to him. He looked at her mouth out of the corner of his eye, which she noticed. She brought her face closer to him, which the boy did too. After an eternal moment, he felt the faint cherry tasting of Anya's lips that he had been craving for so long. He could hear two hearts beating loudly as they just merged into one.
Finally your only mine.