𝓭𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓪𝓷 𝔁 𝓪𝓷𝔂𝓪 (modern highschool au)
❝ I-❞
He took a deep breath.
❝ Anya...I like you. ❞
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Why had he waited so long? Damian realized that Anya, his crush, still had no idea how much he liked her.
He felt like he was running out of time...
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【ＳＥＲＥＮＩＴＹ】 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓮
Anya knew what rich was. She was best friends with Becky. She was used to extravagant furniture and decorations. She was used to a grand house with a ridiculous amount of servants but as her father pulled up in front of the Desmond house Anya realized there were levels to being rich.
There was rich enough to be comfortable.
There was rich enough to have too much money.
And there was rich enough to have way too much money.
Damian seemed to belong to the last category.
The house that lay before Anya made her eyes hurt. It was so grand and big, the gate was bigger than anything she had ever seen and there were massive fields of green on either side as her father pulled up to the large house.
Anya's eyes almost bulged out of her head at the sight of the sheer richness of the Desmond's.
This couldn't have been fair. How was it possible for one family to hold so much wealth?
Her father stopped in front of the house and looked back at Anya.
"I'll be back in three hours. Are you sure you don't want me to come back earlier?"
Anya looked at the seemingly calm expression on her father's face and grimaced. She knew his outside appearance did not match his inside thoughts.
Ever since yesterday night when Anya had told him about going to Damian's house, his thoughts had been scaring her.
It seemed he wasn't happy.
Even right now he was hiding his thoughts by keeping his face rather peaceful. Unfortunately for him, Anya could see right through him. His thoughts made her shiver.
If he tries anything, I'll shoot him.
Anya hoped he was being sarcastic.
Loid spoke, "If anything goes wrong call me."
Anya nodded but mentally shrugged it off. It wasn't as if Damian was a serial killer or anything.
He was just a rich individual that was talented, smart, fairly athletic, artistically gifted and handsome.
...wait what?
Handsome?
Anya's face flushed a bright pink and she struggled to open the door to exit the car.
She took a deep breath out relaxing herself and opening the car door properly before walking out onto the pathway.
Not even twenty seconds passed and she heard a voice.
"You must be Ms. Anya."
She looked to her right to see a tall woman dressed in a servant-like attire making her stiffen.
