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Anya walked into the meeting, a drowsy and worried expression painted her face. She tiredly sat in her chair, her leg aggressively shaking as she seemed distracted and nervous over something crucial.
Becky turned to greet Anya, who was her sitmate, and immediately felt Anya's terrible aura as she was on the verge of biting her nails when Becky slapped her hand.
"Ouch!" Anya shrieked, and Becky glared at her.
"Didn't I tell you to stop biting your nails?!" Becky yelled at her, and Anya was continuously bowing her head in apology.
"I'm sorry!"
"Even your boyfriend tells you to stop, dammit. You really are stubborn at times." Becky sighs as she holds Anya's hand to calm her down.
"Now, dear, calm down. What's wrong? And don't cry, okay?! Desmond might kill me and think I'm hurting you!" She asked her in concern and Anya giggled.
"I'm not gonna cry, I'm just... worried." Anya sighed as she removed her hands from Becky and laying her head on the table. "It's just... you know what's um, next week, right?"
"Uh no?" Becky stared at her, extremely confused.
Anya heavily sighed once again. "Nevermind, then, don't mind."
Damian, Emile and Ewen walked into the meeting, greeting Becky and Anya, until Damian noticed Anya's head laid onto the table, her expression tired and basically... all just so gloomy. Nope, not the Anya Forger he knew, he must do something.
"Hey, Anya." Damian walked closer to his seat that was next to Anya's also (for reference, Anya sits at the middle of the table), and poked her in the back.
"You really don't know how to be romantic." Becky rolled her eyes as she looks at Anya with a concerned look, and Damian sighed as he takes his seat to lay his head next to Anya's head.
"What's up? You aren't like this usually." Damian moved his hand to remove the hair blocking Anya's face, and she smiles.
"Sy-on boy, you're here already, huh?" She smiles before she buries her head into her arms on the table, and starts to cry. Damian gasps in shock at the sudden crying and rubs her back so she can calm down.
"Why're you crying?!" Damian asks her in concern, and Anya removes her head off the table to wipe her eyes filled with tears before answering back.
"It's next week!"
"What IS even next week?!" Becky asks her, and Damian shoots her a glare. Oh shit.
"OH MY JESUS ANYA, ARE YOU AFRAID OF THE EXAMS NEXT WEEK?!" Becky gasps as she asks, and Damian yells at her to shut up or she'll cry more.
Becky calmly smiles, and pats Anya on the back. "It's okay, dearest, we will help you!"
"We will, don't worry, right guys?" He turns to Emile and Ewen and shoots them glares, threatening to say yes, and Emile and Ewen nervously nod as they were practically threatened to say yes.
Damian smiles, and Anya stopped crying to smile also.
"Thank you, you two, and Emile and Ewen. I hope I'll be able to pass these exams this time!" She proudly exclaimed with the light back in her eyes.
They all smile and laugh. But not for long.
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They call themselves the 'Anya Forger Expulsion Prevention Commitee', what a bunch of assholes.
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"Anya..." Ewen doubtfully said at Anya with a disappointed look. "You really are special... even my dog would get it by now." He shook his head in disappointment, and Anya gasps.
"Is there even a point to this?" Emile facepalmed as he looked at Anya in even WAY more disappointment. "You, Anya Forger, are a lost cause." Anya gasps even more.
"I told you to study in advance two weeks ago!" Becky yelped as she pointed at the correct answers on her paper, and Anya sighs in disbelief.
"You got it wrong again?!" Damian shrieked. "I taught you this so many times and you still got it wrong! Don't you DARE tell me you're STUPID and on top of that UGLY?!" Damian facepalms, on the verge of giving up.
'I'm going to kill you later, Sy-on boy!' Anya said in her mind, her thoughts screaming as loud as a helicopter in flight.
'As soon as exams are over, I'll give you one big juicy punch that'll make you regret what you said!' She grunts as she writes down the correct answers.
"Just you wait, all of you! By the end of this hellhole, you all will be suffering Classical Language!" She yelled as she continued to write down the correct answers, and all Emile, Ewen and Becky giggle except Damian, who absolutely despises Classical Language.
"I don't need you to teach me Classical Language!" Damian argued back, and Anya rolled her eyes.
"Who was the one who saved your ass from failing Classical Language? Oh right, ME!" She stood up from her chair as she slammed her fists onto it, and grabs Damian by the chin, making him blush terribly and furiously. Anya smirks.
"Sy-on boy, be a good boy, will you?" She cheekily grins before calmly sitting back into her chair.
Becky, Emile and Ewen's jaws all dropped and Damian yelling as he blushed terribly.
"YOU'RE CHEATING!" Damian yelled at her as he blushed in embarrassment.
Anya innocently smiled.
"Cheating where?"