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Sy-on Boy's face was red. And getting redder. Anya didn't know why, so she decided to peek into his mind. Just to make sure he wasn't dying, or had a bomb in his head.
Although… that would make sense. If a bomb exploded inside his head, his face would get redder and redder. Now Anya was even more concerned. She peeked in his mind.
Or at least she attempted to. She was used to being able to slip in with barely any effort. She concentrated and finally got in.
How dare someone else give her a rose? I'm going to kill them once I find out who it was!
Anya was startled. Who was Sy-on Boy going to kill?
Sy-on Boy got even redder and yelled “WHY WOULD I KILL SOMEONE, STUBBY LEGS?!”
Then he promptly ran away.
Anya turned to Becky. “Did I say that out loud again?” She asked.
Becky shook her head and sighed. “Yes Anya, you did.”
“Oops.”
“Yes, oops. Why did you even think that?”
“Well… um… On Bondman when the person is planning to kill someone their face gets red and redder!”
“Uh huh. I see.”
Anya suddenly remembered that Sy-on Boy was going to kill someone.
She took off like a bullet, yelling to Becky over her shoulder, “I'll be back fast!”
Not turning her head to look at Becky's reaction, Anya reached out with her mind, looking for someone's in particular. As he had gotten older, Sy-on Boy's mind had gotten harder and harder to find until it was barely noticeable.
So she had to resort to finding his former henchmen, or as they now called themselves, The Eboyz.
She thought it was a hilarious name and always cracked up hearing it. She found them easily and skidded to a stop in front of them.
“E's! Have you seen Sy-on Boy? He's gonna kill someone.” She asked them panting.
“First of all we aren't the E's, our names are–”
“Emile and Ewen, I know. The E's.”
“Either our names or The Eboyz– wait Lord Damian is going to kill someone???!!”
“Yes, that's what I just said, where is he?”
“He's on the soccer field practicing, but why is he going to kill someone??”
“I'll tell you later thanks Eboyz!”
“IT'S EBOYZ NOT– oh wait. She got it right.”
Anya sprinted towards the soccer field hoping that murder had not yet happened. If it had, she would help hide the body of course, but she would prefer not to.
Finally she arrived at the soccer field, yelling at the top of her lungs, “Sy-on Boy! DON'T KILL ANYONE!
He turned his head which was turning red again extremely fast. It also started steaming. This led Anya to think there was a bomb in his head.
“Sy-on Boy, STAY STILL!” Anya yelled, kicking up a storm in her rush to get the bomb out of his head. She tackled him to the ground and took out her knife. “Stay still, Sy-on Boy,” she instructed.
He did not listen.
He started screaming at the top of his lungs. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING, UGGO?! WHY DO YOU HAVE A KNIFE?! LET ME GO OR I'LL… I'LL…!" He saw Anya take out her other knife.
It was a beautiful thing to behold. Long and shiny, with patterns along its blade. It was also very sharp.
He had seen Anya use it once before. She only used it in the most dire situations. He promptly fainted.
When Sy-on Boy fainted, Anya realized it wasn't a bomb. It was poison!
She panicked. She didn't know which poison it was, or if he had a tolerance to it. She picked him up gently and dashed into the school, down a hallway, leaped over the steps and finally arrived at the infirmary.
She rushed inside and told the nurse, “I went to visit Sy-on Boy at the soccer field and he passed out. I think he's poisoned. His face was getting very red and steam was rising from his head.”
The nurse nodded and took him to be treated. Anya stayed there and waited. And waited. And waited.
Finally the nurse came back. Anya jumped up, asking, “How is he? Is he alive?”
“It seems like a case of shock. He is alive, don't worry,” the nurse responded.
“Can I go check on him?”
“Sure, sweetie.”
Anya went inside the room and saw Sy-on Boy lying on the bed. He was still unconscious so she sat on the chair by the bed.
She waited for him to wake up.
After what felt like years, he finally woke up. “Sy-on Boy, you're alive!” She exclaimed.
"Huh? Where am I? Why am I in the infirmary?!"
“Because you passed out.”
"And WHY did I pass out?!?!"
“The nurse said it was from shock, but I think it was poison. By the way, who were you going to kill?”
"Why would I kill someone?!"
“Cause you were thinking it!”
“HOW DO YOU KNOW WHAT I'M THINKING?!”
“Bondman.”
“…No. That's not an answer.”
“By the way, Sy-on Boy, I wanted to give this to you.” Anya said as she took the extra rose from her backpack and gave it to him. “Here you go!”
Damian short circuited.
Anya took this chance to peek into his mind again. Since he just woke up from passing out, his mind was easier to access. She still had to put some effort into it though.
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WHY DID SHE GIVE ME A ROSE
THATS FOR COUPLES
DOES SHE WANT TO BE A COUPLE???
OR IS SHE JUST CLUELESS.
If not that means she likes me!
Wait, does she know I gave her a rose?
Wait, she's making that heh face….
SHE KNOWS. SHE KNOWS.
AHHHHHHHHHHHH
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Uh oh, Anya thought. I broke Sy-on Boy. Wait, this is perfect for Plan B!
It'll just be the same, girlfriend is a friend who is a girl anyway.
“Sy-on Boy! You are my boyfriend now!” Anya proudly declared.
Damian tried to run away from the shock. He faints. Anya caught him like she saw the actors in Becky's K-drama do. Anya laid him back down on the bed and tucked her rose in his shirt.
She took a piece of paper and scribbled on it, ‘Sy-on Boy! Don't forget, you are my boyfriend now.’ Satisfied with the note, she placed it in the rose. Anya was about to leave when Connie interrupted her.
“Hey Anya! How are you?” Connie asked.
“Actually not bad! I got a boyfriend now!”
Connie flinched slightly. Then she relaxed, remembering something. She whipped off her sunglasses and locked eyes with Anya. Staring at Anya, she asked, “So Anya, how do I look?”
“Well your eyes are different, but other than that you look fine,” Anya responded.
Anya, suspicious, slipped into Connie's mind.
Did it not work? I’m making direct eye contact with Anya. Is it the power of love? No, that can’t be it. She is thirteen, so that couldn’t be it. I’m looking at Anya, so that couldn’t be it. Why isn’t my spell working?
Anya was shocked. Connie had a spell to make people fall in love with her?? Connie had thought Anya was thirteen, so it must be an age rule! Good thing Anya had lied about her age. Anya remembered Damian. If Connie made Damian fall in love with her, then Plan B would be ruined!
She slowly positioned her body in front of him. Connie looked at her and sighed. “Well, I’m glad you finally got with Damian, happy Valentine’s day.”
She then turned around and left.
Anya had to follow her to make sure that nothing happened to anyone else.
She trailed Connie, who was so lost in thought that she didn't notice Anya following her. Anya slipped into her mind again.
Connie was brainstorming who she could try next.
Becky? No, she would have left school by now. Freddy? No, he’s cute but not boyfriend material. The EBoyz are so loveless, the spell wouldn’t work on them.
I don’t want another situation like what I had with Anya, because that was awkward. Bill? No way, he is most definitely out of the age range. Nobody really believes Bill is thirteen. Maybe Tertius, he’s on campus and he’s the stereotypical boyfriend type of man.
With that decided, Connie went on the hunt for Tertius.
Anya had to do something. She couldn't let this happen. The only course of action was death. But even with a spell on her, Connie was still her friend. She couldn't kill her friend in cold blood. Could she?
Anya saw Tertius. He was with Freddy and Meg as well! This was bad. Very bad.
Connie walked up to them and said, “Oh hey guys! How are you all doing?”
Anya searched in her bag for something that could protect them.
Connie's hand was on her glasses now. Anya found a bag of dust and started aiming. Hopefully it will obscure her vision, Anya thought.
“Hey Anya!” Emile called out just as she was about to throw it.
“Anya, we were kicked out from the infirmary for trying to inject Bossman with an EpiPen!” Ewen explained, oblivious to Anya's silent rage.
“I know I went back and checked on him,” Anya spoke quickly, shooing them away before the spell hit them as well.
Anya watched in horror as Connie.
Took.
Off.
Her.
Glasses.
And looked at each of them.
Nothing happened. They were completely fine. What had happened to the spell?
Connie watched in horror to find out that the spell hadn't worked. There was no way that they were invincible as well. She was a fool to believe Arnold would have kept his word.
Unless someone cast a counterspell… but nobody could have done that.
Connie sighed. A long deep sigh.
I suppose I could try next year, she mused.
And the whole world, especially Anya, took a sigh of relief.