Heavens Demons

Chapter 4

"No one expects an Angel to set the world on fire"
-UnKnown

“See you in chemistry”  I said smiling to Nesh as I began to walk towards the bathroom.  I didn't need to go but I had fifteen minutes till my last class. Besides, reading in the bathroom stall allows for minimal distraction and interruption. 
    Stopping at my locker, I tapped in my code, because this is a fancy school and we get keycode lockers with easily decipherable codes, and grabbed my book.  Continuing to the bathroom I realized how bare the halls were currently and wondered where everyone was.  Doesn't matter anyway it's not like I was gonna talk or anything.
    Finally at the bathroom I opened the door and walked to the only sanitary stall and waited for it to be free.  Not an abnormal thing for the guys to do at this school.  But, what was abnormal was who came out of the stall.  As the door opened I met eyes with the bright orange haired girl from my first period english class. 
“Wha-” is all i can get out when she lanches to the door full speed. 
Suddenly uncomfortable(I wonder why?) I choose to ignore the recent event and walk into the stall.  Sitting down and opening my book I began reading.
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Shit I didn't set A timer,  picking up my phone I checked the time.  Twenty minutes late, my Parents are gonna kill me. 
Keeping in mind that there are still twenty minutes of class left I took my turn launching at the door.  Running full speed I blasted through the classroom doors earning many looks including that of Nesh who gave me a knowing look.  It wouldn't be the first time I missed a class because I lost track of time while reading.
Quickly walking to my desk I sat down and looked towards my teacher, hoping that he wouldn't mind that I was late. Y'know better late than never, fashionable late… but no.  Looking at me over the brim of his too small framed glasses my teacher signed.  “Mr. Amata, glad to see you here but this will have an effect on your attendance record and your parents will be notified”
“Uh-mey-tuh” I said, sighing.
“Excuse me”
“That's how you pronounce my last name, I corrected you yesterday but you seem to have forgotten.  Ok by the way, kinda figured my parents would know so whatever
”  I responded slightly annoyed, it's a pet peeve of mine.  Mispronounce it once I will correct you, again and it's just unnecessary.  It's really not that hard.
After that he just turned back to the board and continued the lesson.  Sitting at the edge of my seat I waited for the bell.
*bell rings*
With that I stood up and walked out to my locker ignoring the sight of the orange haired girl I caught in my prefreils.  I hated that teacher, and it was only the second time I've seen him.  That is the mark of a Dick.  Packing my stuff into my bag I waited for nesh to meet me at my locker.  We were supposed to walk home together if he could, though he might be hanging out with the cheer girls.  Chuckling I realized what that would look like from an outside perspective.  Sighing and leaving the thought behind, I looked down at my ringing phone.  It was Nesh, already knowing what it was about I picked up.
“Sorry dude, you're on your own.” Neshs voice flowed through the phone.
“It's fine, no biggie, I always walk home alone.  Have fun.” I reply, sighing before hanging up.  Great, alone again.    
Going to put my phone back in my pocket I paused.  The hallway was empty, how long had I been standing there waiting for Nesh?  Turning away from my locker I headed to the exit.  It was quiet, too quiet.  Where's the damn ex-
Something between a gasp and grunt escaped my mouth as I was pulled into an empty classroom and thrown onto the floor.  This quickly, bullying is normal for me but it's only the second day of school. Wait-
Looking at the face of my assaulter I realized who he was.  It was Tom Hills, he's had something against me since grade school. Easy target I suppose.  Feeling a sharp pain in my gut I see a leg retracting and then coming back down at my head.
“God dammit” I breathed out, drawing my hands over my head, cutting the blow slightly but not enough for comfort.
Another leg from a mystery person is thrown once again at my gut, curling into a ball I try not to focus on my pain.  A hard task when three people are kicking, hitting and hackling you.  Overwhelmed mently and physically I frantically search for a way to escape.  Dizzy and in pain I weakly reached for a flying leg and pulled, key word on weak.  He quickly pulled his leg back and laghed.   
Distracted by panic I didn't realize that a foot was flying towards my head.  That's it I thought, I'm gonna black out then they're gonna leave; no more fun anyway.  Mently accepting this fact I braced myself… but it never came.  I guess physically I wasn't quite ready for this torcher to end.  Somehow I had grabbed his leg, but why isn't he yanking it back.  Why do they look so panicked? 
Looking briefly into the direction of the door I see why they're no longer beating the crap out of me.  Two girls?  Who are they?  Letting my hand drop, I looked at the two girls squinting trying to make out their faces.  Hearing a gasp escape one of their mouths I quickly turn my head back, seeing a boot inches from my face I flinch.  No help… a second of pain then nothing.