Heavens Demons

Chapter 2

“Lift your wings and show them just how much hell an angel can cause”
-Wisteria Andrews

“Ugh fine, on the latter I dont think it was that stupid” Nesh said flasing a smile through his currently messy hair that fell across his face.
“No, it was pretty stupid” I said looking up into the stands through my own messy hair.
                         2 hours later…
*Whistle blows*
Allerted by the noise my head turned to the coach whose whistle began blowing our ears off.  Quite irritating actually as it interrupted my thought process and contemplation of the amount of sweaty, disgusting, and quite frankly really ugly fucking men that were in this field with me right now; better that way anyway. 
The whistles loud cries cutting out, we all lined up to listen to our “hopefully” new coach.  To be honest, I hope I don't make the cut so I can just apply for soccer, a much more familiar sport to me.  Sadly, it appears to be just my luck that I'm naturally gifted, as Mr. “Loudmouth” let us know that a few of us were so “gifted”; we were in, no argument.  I was one of them along with Mathew Peterson and a few others I was unfamiliar with.  Shortly after the announcement we were sent home.
Sweaty and tired I began my long trek of a fifteen minute walk home.  The moon, though generally comforting to me, was now setting a mood of dysphoria.  The dark night hung over me like fog.  I felt followed though I couldn't see anyone there.  Only five more minutes, I told myself, paranoid I broke into a mild sprint.
                                …
“Oh, Ashton, your home, I didn't think that tryouts would take so long,”  My mothers country accent filtered to the entryway from the kitchen.  “You must be starving supper's ready Come get some.” 
I nodded walking to the kitchen, still catching my breath. I made my plate and sat down next to my dad at the dining table.  “How were tryouts, did you make it in?” My Dad said.
“Yes, apparently i'm gifted or something.” I replied, breathing the words out through a sigh. 
“That's my Ashy boy, I'm so proud.  Kathy did you hear that”
“Yes, yes good job.  How was school?” my mom pitched in, clearly far more interested in my academics rather than a sport that, after all, would never really do much for me in the long run.
“Yes, that's me” I said, rolling my eyes before answering my mother.  “It was okay.”
“Okay?”
“Yeah, it's school so it was okay.” I finished my plate of food hoping that they would excuse me to my room, one can only hope.
“That was defensive” My father chuckled.
“Leave him alone Kyle” my mom said, shooting him a glare.
After 20 minutes of fighting over whether I was defensive or not, I was finally excused. A bit of a fuss over one word but, fine with me.  Heading up stairs to my small bedroom, I took off my jacket catching a glimpse at my scared arm. Ignoring it I continued up the stairs. 
It wasn't a bad day, just a normal day.  I'm breathing but not truly living.  I thought walking into my room, yes not bad but not great either so I wasn't lying… technically.  . 
Waking up the next morning felt like a nightmare, just the second day of highschool and I'm over it.  After getting dressed and eating breakfast I headed out for school.  A lonely walk till someone threw their arms around me.  Scared for a moment before releasing who he was.
“Ha ha! Get of me Nesh.”  I replied, rolling my eyes.
“Ugh, fine.”  Nesh said, flashing me a toothy smile before moving next to me and continuing, “Morning Ash!”
Sighing I let a small grin fill my face I couldn't help finding comfort in my extroverted friend.  “Good morning Nesh”
…
Sitting in my first period English class my mind began to wonder about at this point only heaven knows what about when a girl comes bursting into the classroom.
Huffing, Puffing, and Gasping for breath, the girl's sweet country accent filled the room like honey.  “Im… so sorry” searching for breath she continued, “My dads truck broke down, I had to run so i'm a bit late, please forgive me”  The Bright orange haired girl finished.
The teacher responded with a regal “It's quite alright, I'm glad you made it safe” before the girl sat down in front of me.  Of all people, me really.  Her bright tightly curled hair went quite well with her freckles and oddly atum colored eyes.  She's kinda pretty- nope, no not today, quickly ending my thought process, I shook my head and returned my eyes to the board where we were now going over the difference between an autobiography and  biography. 
After mechanically going through the class the girl turned around and looked right at me.  “Were you her yesterday?”  She asked, flashing a large grin.
My heart dropping to my feet, I replied.  “Oh no, it was just an introduction to the course and wasn't mandatory.”
Tilting her head to the right just slightly, which brought a smile to my face she proceeded, “You have an accent.”  stating this proudly rather than asking.
“So do you.”
“Ugh, you know what I mean it's different where you are from?”  She asked.
““I'm from Rome, Italy, I moved here when I was ten.”
“Why?” she asked simply.
Mostly numb now to the topic, I shook my head and chuckled before responding, “It doesn't matter.”  That's all I said, not wanting the conversation to lengthen anymore than it had. Her calm and curious demeanor tempted me to say more:but that was never a good idea… not really.  With that I walked away.
Entering the hall I realized just how many people were there, talking, grouping, forming lifelong friendships.  Then there was me who practically fought myself out of any and all social situations.(This of course was out of fear of rejection.)
Finally, I found my locker and grabbed my math notebook and textbook.  Walking alone and in silence I found the math class and walked in, relieved to see Nesh in the front of the room.