𝑨𝒍𝒍 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰𝒔 𝑮𝒐𝒍𝒅| 3

21: Devil Incarnate

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"Not to be a flirt
But i see God in you."
-Anonymous
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Kam

Seeing as I wasn't part of the more depressing academic breed, I thought the authorities wouldn't care if I attended seminars or not.

... I was wrong.

"See how they're doing like snails! Move it! Before I open and close my eyes!"

"Get moving, get moving! Let me not get to that auditorium before you!"

"And you're still walking?! C'mon, rrrrun!!! I want to see you run!"

No, those weren't teachers or professors... They were Castron prefects.

I looked up just in time to see one of the older Castron boys, take off his belt and use it against erring juniors.

I rolled my tired eyes, sighed. Someone suddenly bumped into me. I would have fallen over if I didn't catch myself.

I turned around, boiling over in annoyance, the same time the dumbo bent over to pick his fallen textbook, cussing in some language I vaguely identified as french.

I frowned. "Hey, can't you watch where you're-"

Our eyes connected.

I stopped.

"No fucking way!" A huge grin split my face open as I took in the hazel eyes that had morphed from annoyance to realization and pleasant surprise. "Ivandor?"

He laughed, shook his head, sending his curls, packed in a low man-bun, flying from side to side, tucked his textbook under his arm and stuffed his hands in his pocket. "If it isn't the devil himself!" He laughed, extended his hand for a handshake.

I took his hand, shook it and brought him in for a bro hug, clapped him twice on the back.

"It's DeAngeles, Ivandor." I corrected for the thirtieth time since I've known him. "Not, the devil."

He rolled his eyes and punched me in the arm playfully. "You know what I'm talking about, guy. No bring that gist come my side."

Another thing about Ivandor. He could easily switch from French to polished English to pidgin, like it was nothing.

"As if you did not try to break my leg last year because you were 'defending' the ball." He made air quotes. "And you weren't even a defender, you were the striker."

"You were going to score the winning goal. I had to do something." I shrugged.

"You just targeted me because you assumed I was the strongest player. Devil incarnate." He scoffed the last part in precise french.

I laughed, rolled my eyes. I met Ivandor last year during one of the football games organized by our school. He was easily one of the strongest players in his team. So of course I had to take him down. Nearly broke his leg in the process and got myself benched, but it was a small price to pay, to secure the school a win.