The Red String of Fate

Desmond's Sixteenth Birthday Part 2

"Ugh!!! A full hour, still left!!" Anya grumbled as she plopped down on an empty seat by the window, the only one which was empty, and was next to Damian's. She them carelessly took out her sketchbook, which was decorated with beautifully drawn flowers, and decorative stones, with a drawing on Anya with a sketchbook on which she was drawing on, on the cover. Damian refused to believe that the same girl who was rubbish in arts and crafts in grade 1 was suddenly so...talented. "I will just draw, then." she mumbled, as she took out a few pencils and began to draw. 

Meanwhile, Chrisha kept trying on her failed attempts to flirt with Damian. Seeing the pinkette sit next to him brought her rage, but yet, she kept quiet. 

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"Finally! That hell of a detention is over, Becky!" Anya gasped out dramatically, as if she had been in war without weapons, and had conquered over death. Becky dramatically rolled her eyes. "Oh Anya, you and your peanuts~" She sighed softly, and quite dramatically, too.

"Quite the dramatical duo, I would presume." A male voice said, followed by a light chuckle. Anya and Becky turned around, Anya's face painted with utter confusion, while Becky's face bright, with a ray of recognition. "Sebastian!!!" she squealed. Anya stared at him, her eyes slightly narrowed.

Sebastian Lewis. He was an American model, who had come to their school because he had to spend a few years in Ostania, for photo shooting and other work. He had messy blonde hair, smooth, small silky bangs that covered part of his left eye, eyes as blue as the clear sky on a sunny day, and fair skin. He was considerably tall, but slightly shorter than Damian. He had known Becky ever since they were kids, and he was quite attached to her, to say at the least. No romantic feelings for her, though, much to the disappointment of Becky, but they remained friends anyway. Anya had obviously known him - He was the most popular teenage model in the USA! But that was not exactly the fact that bothered her.  

"Uh...who???" Anya asked, attempting to read the young boy's mind, but to find nothing. It was the strangest thing she had ever come across, till now. How can any person be without a single thought? Not a noise came from the blonde's mind. It was the quietest mind she had ever come across, her slightly raising her eyebrows in suspicion. About what, she was not sure. 

"Hi Becks!!! I know I'm familiar to you, but I'm not with this young lady." The boy paused, flashing a bright smile. Anya furrowed her eyebrows, as if she had somehow recognized that smile from somewhere, but she could not actually put a finger on it.

"I'm Sebastian Lewis." he said. "Of course." she muttered incoherently, "You are Sebastian Lewis, famous American model. It's a pleasure to finally see you in person, though." She said. Sebastian bowed, took her hand, and kissed it. Much to the jealousy within Becky and disgust within Anya.

"Come on, Becky. We have a free break in the field now." Anya said, dragging Becky away.

Leaving behind a slightly smirking model, Sebastian Lewis.

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Damian, Emile, Ewen and some of the other boys were already there on the field. Every boy wished Damian a happy birthday, many giving him gifts and some giving him cards. He smiled slightly and kept them back in his locker. He was disappointed. He knew that no boy there (except Emile and Ewen) had given him the gifts with genuine thoughts. He knew it was to get on his good side, to his father's good side. To make connections to his father through him. He sighed and closed the door of his locker.

All the boys in their gym uniforms, they decided to play football. They began playing, and some part through the game, they noticed the girls entering the field through the sides, chatting and laughing merrily. Only one girl had come, running.

Anya Forger.

She ran in the opposite direction, of where Damian was standing.

Suddenly, Damian felt a tug at his little finger.

Confused enough, he examined the finger, but there was nothing there that could be causing a tug. "Uh...guys, you play on your own for a bit. I will join you later." He said. He noticed that the direction of the tug was where Anya was running about. "Must be one of her petty pranks." He thought, as he searched his fingers for anything - but no - There was nothing. No string, no rope, nothing at all. This made the scion rather confused, because the tug was rather a strong one. And only Anya was present in the direction from which it came.

He quit the game, just for a little experiment.

He ran towards the opposite direction of Anya, as he looked back time to time to see whether Anya reacts or not.

Which she did.

She examined her finger, but to no avail. She shrugged it off, and kept running.

This sudden tug left confusion in both Anya's and Damian's minds, and it felt like something, no matter how slightly, had stirred in them.