Hell Fire (Wild Fire: 2) (FINISHED)

1 - What's the worst thing you can think of?

"Good morning, Ember," Ms. Smith said, smiling as the girl stepped into the classroom. "Early, as always."

"Good morning," she responded, giving her teacher a kind smile before turning to her seat in the class.

Her eyes locked on a familiar boy there; one with dark black hair and the same-colored eyes, looking like tunnels into hell itself.

She let a smile peak through as she stepped over to him, Max smiling at her wickedly as he leaned back in his chair, hands clasped behind his head.

"Good morning, Max," Ember said, slipping into the chair beside him. "I suppose you slept well?"

"Very funny," he stated, shaking his head in amusement.

She let out a quiet chuckle, setting her arms on the table in front of her as she stared forward.

He was right, she was joking.

Max was not human; in fact... he was the devil.

He was a fallen angel, one with dark, mysterious eyes, and an addictive, shadowed personality.

One moment he'd be angry, the next playful, and the next he'd be holding her to him when she had her panic attacks.

He didn't have to sleep, really. Fallen angels did need rest, but maybe once a week. It didn't kill them if they stayed awake longer than that, though. They'd just be slightly dizzy and lightheaded.

Max gave her a sideways glance before returning his gaze to the front of the room. "Did you sleep well last night?"

"Sure did," she responded. "No thanks to you."

"No thanks to me?" he echoed, exasperated. "Come on. Don't be mean. I held you all night."

"I do suppose that's possible," she responded, pressing a finger to her chin. "Despite the heavy metal music you were blasting."

He laughed softly. "It was Disturbed."

"Same thing," she responded, waving his response away.

He only gave her a side smile, sighing while focusing ahead. "Mmm... just like old times."

"Old times meaning two months ago when you barely succeeded to scare me off," she responded cynically.

Max laughed, tipping his head back. "I wouldn't say I... scared you. In fact, I could argue that I intrigued you, Ember Angelus."

"Intrigued?" she echoed.

He smiled over at her, setting his chin in his hand. "I wrote my number on your palm, if you were scared, you wouldn't have called. But you did, didn't you?"

She let out an impatient noise. "I hate you."

He chuckled. "I'm sure you do, Angelus. I'm sure."

"Alright, children!" Ms. Smith said, stacking some papers on her desk while gazing up. "Class starts in one minute. What should we do with the tardies?"

"Lock em' out!" a guy yelled.

"Extra homework!" another girl said.

"No group work for a week!" a third responded.

Ms. Smith's eyes settled on Max who was gazing cooly across the room. "Maddox? What's your idea?"

He moved his gaze to hers, looking entirely too relaxed. "Oh, you don't want to ask me, I get cruel."

"Give us an idea," Ms. Smith said.

"Yeah, man!" a guy in the back said. "I'm curious!"

He sighed, leaning back in his chair. "Mmm... let's single them out as they come in and make them explain why they're late. If they don't respond in less than five seconds, it means they're lying. So, if it takes that long to respond, then you dock their grades by a significant amount."