“He is such a babe.”
I had almost forgotten about Poppy, who was now literally drooling next to me.
“You can’t be serious Pops, he’s a total Dweep,” I sighed. What an earth do they see in this, well, boy. I pulled away from Poppy’s grip and locked the car.
As I began to walk towards the entrance, I heard Poppy come running up behind me panting. Entering the building, we were greeted by Harriet and Carrie. At college, I had four close friends. Poppy who was incredibly naïve for an eighteen year old girl, always drooling over ever guy that came within ten feet of her, but she did have a great personality. She was bubbly and bright and was able to talk to anyone for long periods of time without running out of things to say. Harriet was just like Poppy, but maybe a calmer version of her, she always had some piece of gossip for everyone she met. I could get on well with Harriet as we both shared the same sense of humour so we could have a laugh together. Carrie was the complete opposite to all of us. She was extremely quiet and shy when meeting new people. She is an extremely passionate person and terribly aware of how people are feeling. I am always cautious about her because she always picks up when I am nervous and worried about things. Which were always generally about a demon hunt.
“Where’s Oscar?” Carrie asked, removing a piece of red hair that was covering her face.
“We are going to be late,” She muttered pushing her glasses back in place on her nose so that her green eyes were ten times bigger. The dull yellow hallways had started to become full of students as we took the short walk to the third floor for English.
“I heard Mr. Hanno is secretly dating Miss. Derris,” Harriet twittered.
“That’s not true. Is it?” Carrie was extremely gullible I think this is probably why her and Harriet were best friends. Harriet must love telling all her stories to someone that believed them. As we approached the classroom, I noticed that the same group of girls that were crowded in the car park had made their way up to the third floor. I wondered if they kept the crowded form all the way up the stairs. Now I bet that was not easy I chuckled quietly to myself. As we got closer to the group, I could see what had caught their attention. For the second time, the step ford wife wannabe was standing, leaning against a wall. He must think he is some sort of super model. If he continued to flick his hair like that he was going to cause himself whiplash. Entering the English classroom, I could not help notice that his eyes were on me, glaring into the back of my head. I’m probably just feeling paranoid. Why would a guy like that have any interest in me and why would I want him to be. He seemed big headed and extremely vain. I’m sure there is no room in his mind for anything other than his beautifying routine. He gave me the creeps though, there was something about him that I did not like, and I could not put my finger on what it was.
In English, I sat by the window so that I could dream about hunting, as anything I study in college I have learnt before. Mr. Hanno our English teacher came in and began to write something on the board. His blue and purple vest had a tear in the back, and his brown trousers were stained. If anyone were dating him they were bound to be blind, as his semi bald head did not scream desirable. I felt someone pull the chair out next to me and turned to see that Oscar had finally made an appearance.
“Late again Oscar Green,” I said sternly, giving him a disapproving look.
“Missed the Bus Elle Bale,” He replied with a mocking smile. Oscar was also one of my best friends. He had a heart of gold, but no one noticed it as he kept it hidden with boyish immaturity.
“You always miss the bus. Why not get an earlier one? Or easier why don’t you let me give you a lift.”
“Because that would mean getting up early and I need my beauty sleep. Especially if, I’m going to keep up with the latest talent,” he gestured to the guy from the car park. I sniggered as the Zac Efron wannabe crossed the classroom to his many awaiting fans who were fighting for a seat next to him. He continued to stare intently towards me as he took his seat, his intense stare made me shiver.
“You are right, the talent just gets better and better,” Poppy sighed dreamily.
“Thanks Pops, that’s boosted my ego,” Oscar laughed.
“I think you have enough beauty sleep Oscar,” A long fair haired girl giggled as she sat on our desk in a low cut blue and white dress.
“Thanks… Emma,” Oscar replied trying to look anywhere apart from at the girl, who had now started batting her eyelids so much, I was surprised she had not started a gale wind.
“Hey Elle, nice outfit. I think my mum used to have the same one. Didn’t you wear that last week,” she smiled.
“Thanks for the advice,” What a Bitch, one of these days I will curse her and make her hair fall out. Every week she commented on my appearance and to be honest my patience was wearing thin. Emma was one of my top ten annoying humans that if one day I was allowed to use my powers to muck around with their lives, she would be who I chose. She was a stuck up rich bitch, who dressed as if she was attending a hooker convention every day.
“You’re welcome... So Oliver, I was wondering…”
“Right! In your seats class,” Mr. Hanno interrupted, and she went to sit down unwillingly.
I watched as she sat in the seat on the far side of the room. Where I’m guessing she had a lovely view of Oscar. I could see Oscar squirm as he realised where she had sat. Running his hand through his short hair, he slid lower into his seat to hide.
“I think you have an admirer Oz,” Poppy mocked as she waved to Emma across the room.
“She’s cute…In a Barbie doll sort of way,” Carrie whispered.
“Yeah, In a sell your granny for a boob job kind of way,” I whispered as Mr. Hanno had started babbling on about Of Mice and Men. We were sat near the back of the room as it was easier to talk back there, which was the way Poppy and Harriet like it.
“Shut up. She’s just a girl that’s lives next to me. I swear she looks through my window when I get changed,” Oscar shuddered, and we all burst out laughing which caught the attention from Mr. Hanno and he gave us a disapproving look. Of course, she would be the girl that wanted one of my best friends. She was the type of girl who always wanted what she knew she could not have. Oscar wasn’t her usual type of boy crush, so I honestly did not know why she was flirting with him all the time. Not that Oscar was not a decent looking boy because he was, he was just definitely not her type.
Oscar spent the next two lessons avoiding any contact with Emma, much to our amusement. When it finally came to lunch we had all made plans, when they were getting married and how many children they would have. It’s the simple things like mocking one of our friends that made me feel happy and safe with mortals. I grabbed an egg sandwich from the cafeteria and sat down at our usual table in the middle of the courtyard. Whilst the others were getting their lunch, I decided to call Alex and see if she knew anything about the incident on Rover road.
“Hey.”
“Hey Elle, are you, not at College?” She asked.
“Yeah I’m just calling about something that I saw on the way. I need you to check something out for me. There was an incident on Rover road a girl was burnt to a cinder, and I don’t know whether it is a D or just a normal thing.”
“Well, there is nothing normal about that. I’ll check it out for you and let you know.”
“Thanks Alex, I owe you one.”
“What are friends for?”
She hung up just as Harriet came to sit next to me, followed by Carrie and Poppy. Looking around I spotted Oscar by the drinks machine talking to Emma. The look on his face suggested that he would much rather have the earth swallow him up than continue the conversation.
“Shouldn’t someone rescue him,” Carrie suggested. We all looked at her and began to laugh.
“Nah!” We laughed together just as Oscar came to the table with a flustered face. We continued to laugh as Emma walked past our table and gave Oscar a cheeky wink. Poppy fell off her chair from laughing so
hard as Oscars face went as bright as his shirt.
“That girl has issues,” he said as he looked down into his lunch.
“What was she saying to you up there? What colour boxers are you wearing,” Poppy laughed.
“Har Har, very funny. No, she was asking who I was taking to the college dance,” he sighed
“What did you say,” I asked.
“I said I didn’t know yet,” he spoke almost to his sandwich.
“Who are you going with Pops?” I asked taking a bite out of my own..
“I don’t know yet. I’ve had loads of offers,” She sighed as if that was a terrible thing. This girl truly baffles me sometimes.
“How about Brian Samuels, I heard he asked you out Last week,” Harriet asked braiding her brown hair into tiny braids.
“As if, he is such a loser. He plays the tuba in the college orchestra,” She groaned with a matter of fact look on her face. Oh yes the shallowness of Poppy is rearing its ugly head. Poor Brian Samuels, he was not that bad even if he was a grade A band geek. If I was Poppy I would not say no, However I did not like mortal boys, they were just too normal for my liking.
“Poppy he isn’t a loser. Don’t be so shallow,” I muttered opening my bottle of water and taking a large sip.
“I hear Adam Huddleby has a huge crush on you Elle,” Harriet sniffed taking a bite out of her foot long sub.
“What?” I asked choking as the water went down my throat the wrong way.
“Where did you hear that?” I choked. Patting me on the back, Oscar attempted to stop my chocking. It helped a little, but my breathing was still un even. Adam Huddleby was undoubtedly the most beautiful human I had ever met. He was the leader of our college performing arts class and was charming and sweet and practically everything a girl could want in a guy. However, being human I was not attracted to him at all. Well ok that is a lie. I would gladly date a mortal if it was him.
“Well that is the most interest you have shown in a guy at this place. I was beginning to think you were… You know,” Poppy mumbled.
“Gay?” I asked. Awesome not being attracted to mortal boys makes me inevitably gay. I wonder what it is like in Poppy’s mind. All boys and nothing else, it is surprising how she can function in day to day activities like, breathing.
“Just because I’m not totally boy crazy like someone we know,” I smiled throwing a piece of my sandwich in her direction. Squealing as it landed on her hand, She scowled at me as the rest of us giggled.
“I heard it from Mary J in my performing arts class last Monday,” Harriet continued slightly annoyed that she had been interrupted for so long.
“What did she say?” Carrie asked before I could, but that was fine. I could now seem like I did not care when secretly I did.
“Just that he thought Elle is a great girl and that he is a bit miffed that she won’t be attending the dance,” She explained removing the braid in her hair with her fingers.
You don’t care Elle, come on he’s a human. Full on Brown haired, brown eyed, one hundred percent pure human. No, I’m not convincing myself that well. The bell rang before anyone could say anything else. The words saved by the bell had full effect in this situation.
The last two hours went so slowly that I could have sworn time had stopped. Our head teacher Mr. Fannygin went on and on about some sort of charity event his church were hosting on Bank holiday Monday, Inviting us all to join in and contribute.
“Just remember to come down on Monday,” he shouted as our class began to run for the door.
“Just remember to come down on Monday,” Oscar mimicked. “I swear that man is bonkers.”
“I heard he sleeps in his car!” Harriet exclaimed.
“Nah, he obviously has a caravan parked at the back of the college,” Carrie giggled.
I must admit Mr. Fannygin was not the most, well dressed or clean person on the planet. He did look as if he had crawled through a bush or two every morning. As they say, each to their own, maybe he liked being environmentally friendly, and that is the reason why he tends to shower once a month. I had always wondered who lived in the caravan behind the college. I had always thought that it would be someone like my maths teacher Miss Pristen. She was someone who dressed like a full on hippy, with daisy chains wrapped around her head and tulips in her button holes. The teachers in this college were pulled out of a weirdest teacher’s line up. Each of them has a unique personality and an even more unique dress sense. Pushing through the other students, we made it out to the car park. We had been let out early, so the car park was still full of cars and only a couple of students here and there.
“So plans for tonight girls and boys,” Poppy asked.
“I can’t go out tonight. I have err…. Chores,” I lied. Much to my dismay, I had a hunt on and I would not or more like could not, miss it.
“Oh Elle, you always have chores!” Carrie moaned.
“Cinderelly, Cinderelly, night and day it's Cinderelly. Make the fire, fix the breakfast, wash the dishes, do the mopping,” Oscar sang as we finally reached my car.
“I don’t know if I’m more worried about the fact you know the words to that song or the fact that you just sang it completely out of tune,” I laughed.
“Katie makes me watch it ok, that is the down fall of having a four year old sister,” He objected awkwardly.
“Guys I’m sorry, but I can’t”, I sighed
“Monday. We can go to the event at the church. Yeah? ” I questioned
“Fine,” they sighed. The girls gave me a group hug and then headed in the direction of Carrie’s car.
“Fancy a lift bus boy,” I smiled. Oscar let out a small laugh and lightly punched me in the arm.
“Love one, but there’s one problem,” He pointed towards the mini that was now parked directly in front of my beetle. There standing by it was Zac Efron wannabe with a gaggle of girls swooning around him. Oh, please, I thought trying to resist a laugh as I glanced at him checking himself out in his wing mirror. This guy was one shallow boy and vain at that, now I know why Poppy was attracted to him. Glancing my way he smirked at me and put his foot upon the bonnet of my car.
“What the hell is he playing at?” I moaned. Walking up to him was like walking through an over grown garden but apart from grass, it was girls. Seriously, do they have no dignity at all. Approaching him I pushed his foot off my car.
“Err hello? It may have escaped your notice, but this is not a parking space. You park your car in the white boxes. You know the lines painted on the floor,” I mocked. He smirked at me and shoed the girls crowding him.
“Hello Gabriel!” The name shot threw me like a bullet. How did he know my real last name? Then I saw it, the pupil of his eyes expanded until his eyes were full of darkness. It only lasted a Milli second so no human could have possibly seen it. I did, he was a demon and a suicidal one at that. My body went straight into battle mode and I stood face expressionless looking at him. I knew then that just like his eyes changed mine would switch to the bright pink colour that is known as the royal angel trait.
“Just move the car!” I hissed. He started to walk towards me, my body tightened. Was he genuinely that suicidal. Did he want me to break his neck and set his body alight? He was smart though I’d give him that. He knew I would not attack him around humans, especially ones I saw every day.
“This is the only way you would talk to me,” he smirked as he stopped less than half a meter away from me. I was aware that Oscar was standing a few feet behind me, so I began to whisper.
“I don’t care who or what you are. Get the hell out of my college and my town. You have no right to be here.”
“Now Elle, that’s no way to talk to an old family friend,” he chimed through clenched teeth. Old family friend, he barely looked seventeen there was nothing old about him.
“If you don’t go now, I will make you! Understand!” I replied calmly even though my insides were screaming for me to ring his neck. He grinned and closed the gap b
etween us with one step. Putting his lips to my ear, I could hear the girls gasping around me, but I did not have time to care.
“What you going to do,” He whispered. “Throw me across the car park with all these people watching. Even I know you’re not that stupid.”
His words blew through my head, and something inside of me flipped. I grabbed him by his jumper, ignoring the gasps of onlookers, I threw him against his mini.
“Listen scum,” I said so low that I knew only he could hear me.
“Leave now! Or I will personally give you a one way ticket to the pit! Got it!” I shouted the last bit and removed my grip from his neck.
“If you wanted me to move all you had to do was ask,” He winked and straightened himself out.
As he walked away, I turned around to see the shock and delight on my friend’s face. A whole crowd had gathered to see what was going on between me and the demon. Completely humiliated and slightly nauseous I opened my beetle and slid in before turning my attention to Oscar, who was approaching the car. Taking my phone from my bag, I sent a quick text to Alex to find out who this idiotic suicidal demon was. How did he find me, no Demon had ever come to my college before. None of them knew about my second life. This demon was going to cause some trouble. I can feel it in my gut.
“Wow! So I guess he pissed you off,” Oscar huffed as he slid in next to me.
I sighed and placed my head on the steering wheel, why was he here? Was he connected to the incident with the girl? I did not have time to process my thoughts, I had to get home before Beth began to worry, not that she ever did. She may say she wanted to know where I was, but I knew that she would rather be kept in the dark. Lifting my head from the wheel, I turned and watched the mini drive away but not before the driver gave me one last grin.
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