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Heart's Desire

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"ACHOOO!!!" Anya sneezed.

Her three year streak had finally been broken. A few sniffles followed as her eyes widened. She had finally caught a cold. Anya hated being sick. Sure she could stay in bed, but her head would ache with all the thoughts she heard. It didn't help that she was already failing miserably in class, and that she'd have to miss a week of school.

"Anya, Are you feeling OKAY?" Becky said, holding out a handkerchief.

Anya could tell that Becky didn't want to be there at that moment. Even without her telepathy, it was real obvious that Becky felt like puking. Becky was very tidy, and she had a catwalk next week, so no wonder she didn't want to be around a sick Anya. 

"Thanks Becky. If you want you can go." she said, trying to not look offended.

"Oh phew. I'm sorry Anya, but I have a catwalk next week, that's why I'm a bit paranoid. Otherwise I would've stayed right beside you. I gotta go now, but text me if you need any help. K?" Becky said, relieved.

"Sure." Anya replied, sleepily. She was already exhausted after that hour long maths lesson. 

It was just then that Damian and his minions had arrived at the scene. 

"Haha Boss, look! It's Blackbell leaving Forger!" Ewen laughed.

"She probably realised that commoners shouldn't have friends!" Emile exclaimed.

"That's enough. Forger, you look unwell." He said, trying to desperately hide his concern for her.

"Yeah I've got a little cold. I already called my parents though. They said they'll come pick me up in a bit." she said, looking down at the floor, trying to hide her face.

"Forger, that doesn't seem like a little cold. You shouldn't even be here with that kind of fever. Tell me, when are your parents coming to pick you." Damian asked, seeing right through her lies.

"Umm... In an hour." She said, knowing she was caught.

"An hour?! Can't they come any quicker?!" he said, shocked.

"Well, Mr money-grows-from-trees, my parents both work for a living, and it isn't easy to get off work if you're a doctor, or if you work at the City Hall! So sorry for disappointing, but an hour is the quickest they can get here!" She yelled, rather offended, but not knowing why. It seemed the fever was messing with her head.

"Woah! Calm down Forger, I didn't mean to offend you. I was just going to suggest I get Jeeves to give you a lift." He said, gesturing to her to calm down.

"Oh. So NOW you're trying to be NICE..." before she could finish her sentence, she was falling off the bench.

Damian rushed forward and caught her. He looked down at a dizzy Anya. He gestured for Ewen and Emile to leave them.

"Anya, you're coming with me. I'll drop you off then inform your parents." He said, firmly.

"Y-You can't..." she began, but felt too weak to continue.

Damian could see her strength being sucked out, as she struggled to stay awake. Jeeves had arrived, and Damian tried desperately to hide his flushed face whilst he carried her to the car.

"Master Desmond, how is the young mistress?" He asked, amused.

"She's got a fever. Jeeves please drive us to this address. And make sure to get there as quick as possible." Damian instructed.

"No wonder the mistress takes the bus. This is a half an hour drive!" Jeeves gasped, feeling sympathy for her.

"That makes sense. That must be why it takes an hour for her father to collect her." Damian muttered, regretting what he'd said earlier.