Damian x Anya Oneshots

Silent Treatment

Author's Note: Anya is 18 years old and Damian is 19 years old.

I don't know why, but Wattpad isn't letting me add a cover photo for this chapter. Sorry about that :,)

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Anya's POV:
I'm late to Damian's volleyball practice today. He's the setter of Eden College and of course, I'm his girlfriend.

I quickly check the time, realising I'm 10 minutes late. "Shit!"

I grab my bag and Damian's water bottle, then run out of the dorms. I run across the school campus towards the school gym.

Running into the school gym, I see Becky calling someone.

"Becky!" I yell, running towards her. She turns towards me, hanging up the phone. "Anya! Won't you answer your phone!" She points at me angrily. I dig through my bag, searching for my phone. I switch it on to see 10 miss calls. "Oops..." I laugh guiltily. "Anyways, why d'you call?"

"Look." Becky points to the coach; Damian arguing with him.

"What do you mean I can't play at nationals?!"

"No means no!"

"Please coach! I've worked so hard for this. You can't possibly do this!"

"Enough! You're out of this team!"

Everyone gasps in unison, as the gym falls into deep silence.

"Tch." Damian cuts the silence as he storms out of the gym, passing me and Becky.

"Damian!" I run after him, dropping my bag - thankfully I'm on the track team, so I catch up to him.

"Damian!" I call out again, but he doesn't answer me. I start to get angry because he's ignoring me, so I grab his hand.

But what he did next shocked me.

*Smack*

"Leave me alone, you bitch!"

Before I could reply, Damian runs away to the dorms.

I stood there in shock. My eyes watering, as my hand touches my cheek. It stings. Damn it.

"Anya!" Becky runs after me, "You left your- Oh my gosh!"

Becky sees tears roll down my face; my hand touching my cheek. "Don't tell me he..."

I nod silently, as she pulls me into a hug. "I'm so sorry, Anya." She presses my head into her shoulder - my tears staining her shirt.

We stay like this for a few minutes, until she faces me again. "Let's go get something to eat, so you can take your mind off him." She suggests - I nod.

Damian's POV:
Why isn't she back yet? It's getting late.

I was lost in thought when suddenly the door opens. "Oi, where were you?!"
Her bedroom door slams, without an answer. I let out a sigh.

I messed up.

Anya's POV:
"Oi, where were you?!"

I quickly run into my room, slamming the door behind me. I pant uncontrollably; tears rolling down my face. I need to call Mama.

*Few hours later*

"Good night, Ma."

I hang up the phone and put it on my bedqside table. The room is pitch black; eyes heavy - but before I could sleep, the door creaks open...

I feel his presence behind me. My back's facing him, as he sits on an empty space of the bed.

"Hey Anya... I know you might not be awake right now but..."

There's a long pause of silence, until I realise...

"I-I'm s-so s-sorry..."

He's crying.

"I know I don't deserve you..."

His voice breaks. My heart aches at his weak and hopeless voice. I turn to face him, yet his gaze is down at his lap.

I see his tears glisten in the darkness. He's such a pretty crier... I sadly smile at him, cupping his face, making him look up at me. His eyes are filled with guilt as I wipe his tears with my thumb.

"Anya! I-I'm s-so sorr-"

I shut him up by kissing his lips.

"Shh, it's okay..."

We pull apart and stare at each
other. He has a galaxy in his eyes; his tears sparkle like stars in the night sky. How beautiful.

"Anya, I want to apologi-"

"I forgive you, love."