She still hasn 't changed her earrings, and day by day, she grows increasingly unaffected by him, blank gaze sliding over him when he snips at her, like he hasn 't said anything at all. He 's tried all his old tricks, incorporated new ones, even outright ignored her, but to no avail.

It isn 't even that Damian wants to be friends with her. It 's just that every time she so much as glances at a boy that isn 't him, he feels like he could spit his heart up. It has to stop. He can 't live like this. But it 's evident Anya can 't stand him either 'can 't even look at him 'so Damian bites his tongue one morning to withhold the smart remark he 's itching to make as she passes by him and gives up. He 's wasting nobody 's efforts but his own, and she 's hardly worth it.

Funny how these things work. As the school day draws to a finish, last bell ringing out their final class for the day and signaling an end to the continuous mantra of

I don 't care, I don 't care, I don 't care