My friend, Demise

Chapter 6

Lowkey nsfw

After that, Demise and I became friends again. We walked to school every day together, ate lunch together, occasionally cut class. It felt like we were closer now that I knew more about him.

I got dressed in front of my mirror, wearing black jeans and a black hoodie. I had chains hanging form my hip as well as my wrists in the form of bracelets. My nails are painted black as always but I don't have any necklaces on.

I sort through my drawer full of them, finding one I hadn't worn in a long time. It's a black choker that looks like a collar with a broken chain attached. The chain hangs down below my chest, but it doesn't bother me considering I wear so many layers that I can't feel it.

I gave up on doing much else and pulled my shoes on, running down to Demise's house and finding that he was standing outside. "Someone's late." He eyed me up and down from a distance. "What stole you from me?"

"Today felt weird. So...." I planted softly, trying to catch up when he began walking. "I wanted to actually take time to pick out my clothes."

"That's cute. Do you want me to tell you that you did a good job?"

"What?"

He only laughed and pat my shoulder. "Good job, Azriel. You look good." He mumbled something after that that I didn't understand. I asked him to repeat it but he only said it was nothing and kept walking. After a few seconds, he spoke agains. "I like the collar."

"It's a choker. There's a difference."

He grabbed the chain connected to the choker and yanked me forward. "Is there really? It works just the same, doesn't it?"

"I guess so....let go."

"And if I were to say no to you right now, what would you do?" He stopped walking and turned to me, pulling me down to his level and smiling. "Would you make me?"

"No."

Looks like that's the answer he wanted. He pulled my head down to his shoulder and lowered his voice near my ear. "Good."

He let go and kept walking, leaving my heartbeat to speed up. I nearly tripped trying to catch up with him.

When class began, my mind was elsewhere. If you're thinking I'm talking about Demise, stop. I'm talking about the tapping of the pencil beside me. Whoever's sitting next to me has been tapping for at least five minutes.

I waited to see if they'd stop, probably another ten minutes. But they didn't.

"Hey, can you stop tapping that?" I tried to speak nicely, glancing beside me. Demise sat there with a sly grin on his face, tapping his pencil louder.

Since when does he sit up here?

In every class I have with Demise, he sits at the back. Every. Single. One.

"Nah." He knows I hate persistently annoying sounds. I know he hates when I bounce my leg and bite my nails. So that's exactly what I started doing. "Azriel. Quit."

"Nah." I glared at him.

He stood up, shooting a look the teachers way. She just pointed to the door, making him grab the my chain and yank me out of the rooms "Hey! Let go!"

"Or what? I told you to quit and now I'm pissed off."

"Doesn't mean you have to drag me around like I'm your pet! Let go! You were bugging me too!"

"No." He pulled me into the bathroom and locked the entry door when he saw nobody else was inside. I flinched, my back hitting the wall so fast that my head spun.

"Demise. Hey...you're scaring me."

"Yeah?" He pulled my lips down to his own and kissed me a little too rough to ease my fear. I placed my hands on his shoulders even if they were shaking. I didn't want to push him away but I also didn't want him to know so.

"We shouldn't do stuff like this here." I pulled back and stood up straight, only to feel him yank me back down by my choker. It hurt, but I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of seeing that it did.

"You're using school as a reason to get away from me?"

"I-....yeah."

"If you want to go then try harder. That's the most pathetic excuse I've ever heard." He kissed me again, this time sliding his tongue into my mouth. Any excuse I could have thought of disappeared due to the initial shock.

My hearts pounding, I'm embarrassed, and the choker around my neck feels like it's burning due to the way he keeps pulling on it. But I don't mind any of those things for some reason. I don't care.

I loosely rested my arms on his shoulders, relaxed with the fact that he could tell me what to do and I wouldn't have to think for myself. It made things easier for me.

How did I get here? Why am I making out with my best friend in a school bathroom?

I can answer those questions myself. I got here because Demise pulled me here. And I'm making out with him because he's so gorgeous that it makes me lose any sense of shame.

The one thing about Demise that stands out to me is his confidence. He talks as if he knows he's pretty. He knows his privileges and owns them, which is something I could never do.

He kissed down my jawline, making me flinch when he bit my skin. "Don't. It'll leave a mark."

"Yeah, so?"

"So...so don't."

"That's a pathetic excuse too." He scoffed, biting me harder. I tightened my jaw, doing my best to hide that it hurt. What am I doing? What are we doing?

"Demise, you know class is ending soon, right?"

"Yes."

"And....we have to eat then."

"Who says I have to wait for the lunch bell to eat?" He pulled back from my neck and slid a hand beneath my clothes and onto my abdomen. "If you want me to stop, don't use excuses. Tell me bluntly."

"I don't want you to stop. I'm just starving." I looked down. "And I need time to calm down before I leave this room."

"You're an idiot." He pulled the hoodie from my torso and tied it around his waist, unlatching my choker and holding onto it. "Sit down and cool off. I'll give you these back before we go."

"I'd thank you but....it's your fault so I won't."

He looked at my neck and I swear to god that fucker saw stars. His eyes lit up, face slowly turning red. "I'll buy you something after school."

"What?"

"You're not making it to lunch."

"De-" he grabbed me by the collar of my undershirt and went back to what he was doing before, kissing my neck and grabbing my hips from beneath my clothes. "Hey-!"

"Shut up." He covered my mouth and dragged his nails down my side, making me flinch.

He's right. I rolled my eyes when I saw myself in the mirror. A dark red mark went all the way around my neck, from the way he'd kept tugging on my choker. I'm not going anywhere.