Angel and the Deamon

School Day

Sitting in the passengers side of Jeremy's red jacked up jeep while Vegas girl was blaring in the background, starting to sing along I notice we pulled into the schools parking lot. Sighing I grab my headphones from my pocket, plug it into my phone and jam the buds into my ear. First song comes to mind Raised By Wolves by Falling in reverse, thinking just how fitting the song really was. Walking to Nightshade High, examining the world around me, all the cliques in their "rightful" spots. The jocks, the cheerleaders, the nerds, anything you could think of . Me I was just loner, no one talked to me, and everyone hated me.

Walking to my locker laughing at the irony of the number of my locker, there It stood out 666. Grabbing my books out of my locker including my jacket, throwing it on and putting the hood up, ignoring everyone around. Hearing the bell ring over my music I start heading to my first period. I walk in dodging the outstretched feet trying to trip me, making it to my seat without any injuries. eventually everyone filed in and sat in their seats. There were three seats open one in front of me, one to the left of me, and one over by the slut named Mandy.

"When will the freak ever realize that she isn't wanted anywhere, why doesn't she just stay home sit in her corner and cut, or better yet, just end her miserable existence."

Mandy made her voice loud enough for me to hear. the whole class went into a roar of laughter.

"I would if I could" whispering to myself, and sinking lower into my seat then the bell went off quieting the class. 

"Well let us..." 

Mrs. Anderson was cut short by the door opening.

"Can I help you?" Mrs. Anderson questioned the person that walked through the door.

"Yes, My name is Alexander, I'm new."

looking up at the new kid, I also noticed everyone looking at him. All the girls were dazed and almost drooling, and the guys with a look of disgust or acceptance.

"well Alexander will you please tell us about yourself?"

"My name is Alexander, but call me Alex. I'm 19 and I moved here from Ireland. I have two younger sisters and I love music." 

Ah so I did detect a accent from him. I couldn't lie Alex was hot, He was tall, looked to be about 6' maybe a little taller, and he was tan he looked like he spent his summer in Mexico sun tanning on the beach. He had coffee colored hair,  that was cut short. His eyes looked almost gray from here. He was wearing black skinny jeans and a black and red button up shirt, and black skating shoes.  

"Thank you Alex, now go have a seat." 

Alex looked around to see where to sit down, looking down and hoping he wouldn't come sit by me. He looked over by Mandy and gave her a half smile, then he started to walk. I saw black covers near me and looked up. Alex stood there and I noticed his eyes, they weren't gray, they were a goldish hazel.

"hey I'm Alex, can I sit here."  Shrugging and looking away, he takes a seat.

"thank you." he smiles, and everyone gasps.

"Alex, why don't you come sit over here, she doesn't talk to anyone." Mandy coo's.  

"what's your name?"

ignoring Mandy completely. I face Alex for half a second and the back to the front of the class as the teacher speaks up.

"Okay everyone, Lets start class off with a quiz..."

Mrs. Anderson was cut off by moans and groans due to the quiz.

"Stop that, this is just to see what you've learned, it wont count against your grade."

As the papers were being passed out I grabbed out a pencil. The paper was placed on my desk, staring at it, it looked pretty easy. As I touched it my mind went blank, then it looks like steps were being written in mid air as the answers were shown to me, grabbing the pencil I started writing it down on my own paper. Doing it slowly as if I didn't know the answers. This happened to me all the time, If I touched tests then the answers would just show up in my mind, or if I touched someone then I saw pictures of their life flash in front of my eyes. I've had this 'gift' or  what I call curse since I turned 16. It scared me at first, and didn't know what to do, I had no one to tell, both of my parents died in a fire when I was 10. Shaking off the flashback of that day and returning back to reality, I looked down and saw I was done. Standing up I walked my way up to the front of the class to turn in my quiz. I easily maneuver my way up, placing my paper on the desk and make my way back to my desk. Walking back I tripped over a foot some girl stuck out. Groaning and wincing in pain as I get up. Sitting back in my desk Alex turns to me.

"Are you ok?"

Ignoring him and shuffling through my music, finding one of my favorite song Bring Me To Life by Thousand Foot Krutch. Out of the corner of my eye I see him passing me a note.

'May I please have your name?' 

Looking at the note then to Alex the back to the note, I was confused, why was he so determined to know my name and talk to me? Well at least I didn't have to talk.

'My name is Skylor.' 

Passing it back hoping he would be happy with that and just leave me alone. My wish flew out that window as he passed that paper back to me.

'Pretty name for a pretty girl.' 

Rolling my eyes at that stupid line. Did he really think he was going to get me with that line, I wasn't like the other sluts here.

'I bet you use that line with every girl you want to get into bed with.'  Passing the note back waiting for the response.

 ' Cocky are we? and no sweet Skylor all I have to do for them is is smile and wink and they are like putty in my arms, but you... are different.' 

As the paper slides back onto my desk it hits my arm and I open it, my jaw drops as I read what he has replied with. The bell rings, looking around and Alex is gone, nowhere to be seen.