Hidden and Silent (SpyxFamily)

Chapter Four

This was unacceptable.

Damian fumed, subjecting his pencil and notebook to his overabundance of indignation.

They shouldn't be friends?! What was Forger talking about?! Just because she said so?! Yeah, right!! Who said she got to decide all by herself?! What happened to wanting to be friends with him? About pestering to be friends with him?! Well, too bad! She wasn't in her right mind! This is what she gets for trying to be friends with him, she had to follow through!

Damian scribbled notes furiously, not even processing what he wrote, and flipped the page to find indents carrying over.

Damian understood there was probably a good reason Forger had lost her marbles, and now he had nowhere to direct his frustration. He wasn't even sure why he was angry anymore. He wasn't angry at Forger, he wasn't angry at anyone, or anything, he was just. . . angry! As soon—as soon as he decided that Forger was worth being friends with, she changed her mind! No, not even, it wasn't that, she said they shouldn't be friends, not that she didn't want to be.

Damian paused and lifted his pencil from paper.

Not that she didn't want to be.

He smirked. Of course she did. He was Damian Desmond. Who didn't want to be friends with him.

His smirk fell.

Since lunch, he still no idea what could have happened to make Forger act this way. Did someone tell her they shouldn't be friends? Did someone at school tell her they shouldn't be friends? No. She was being weird around Blackbell as well, it had to be something else. What could have happened, then? As far as he knew, she'd been at home since the lab. So it must have been there. At the lab. When she'd been dragged out of the cell and separated from Damian.

He sighed, disheartened, and wriggled his pencil between his knuckles. Did something happen? Maybe the whole thing had just messed with her head.

. . .No. . .he was sure there was something. Before she was taken away, she wasn't like this. And then when she came back with Mr. Forger. . .

Damian didn't like this. He didn't think Forger would tell him, and he had no way of finding out. Did her parents know? She obviously wasn't okay and she was starting to worry him.

"Uh—" Damian blinked as his pencil hit his textbook. Worried? Was he worried about her?

"Do you have something to say, Damian?" Professor Henderson called him out and he shook his head. "Then I would thank you not to interrupt."

Damian nodded slightly and the professor went back to writing on the chalkboard.

Desmond felt it before he saw it and faced Ewen and Emile's stares. Ewen passed a glance over Damian's abused notebook as they returned to their own.

'. . .Great. . .'

Damian turned to a new empty page where there was no chaotic writing.

Of course Damian was worried, he accepted. Why was he so surprised by that? If he and Forger were friends, of course he would be. It would be no different with Ewen and Emile. What did he do, then? If Forger wouldn't talk with him or let him near her, how did he fix this?

Damian put an elbow on his desk and scratched behind his ear with the rubbery end of his pencil.

He'd just have to be impossible to ignore.

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Anya couldn't concentrate. She had escaped the house, but for what? She couldn't care less about the math equations written on the board, and sitting with Becky pulled on every sense of morality and guilt she had. But Becky was her best friend. She was her first friend, and despite how horrible it made her feel inside, she just. . .couldn't let her go.