Angel and the Deamon

psychology

Skylors POV

Today was going by so slow, it felt like it was dragging on forever. The bell rings signaling the countdown for class to start, I rush to my next class. Realizing my next class was psychology with Mr. Tuck I mentally smiled. Sitting in my seat at the far side of the class by the window I grabbed my notebook and pencil. Doodling in my notebook, I already had the head of the wolf, I was just adding little designs underneath it. The bell goes off and everyone piles into their seats.

"Hello Hello! welcome back! Now who here loves psychology?"

A few hand went up in the air, there was a nerdy girl in the front her name was Tessa, she had short pixie cut black hair she had big bulky glasses, and dressed in baggy outfits, there were two other girls and one guy that raised their hands as well, I mentally replied with a yes as well. I loved psychology, I loved to try and read people without touching them, and know peoples behavior. I was also good at reading peoples micro-expressions. Micro-expressions are very brief facial expressions, lasting only a fraction of a second. They occur when a person either deliberately or unconsciously conceals a feeling. Seven emotions have universal signals: anger, fear, sadness, disgust, contempt, surprise and happiness.

As Mr. Tuck was beginning to talk again the door swings open and in walks the last person I wanted to see in this class, Alexander.

"So nice of you to join us, since you failed to get here on time, Lets get to know you better, shall we? tell us about yourself and not those boring old speeches you give the other teachers. yes?"

Mentally laughing I was glad he had to do this, Mr. Tuck never let anyone off easy for being late to his class. This was sweet vengeance. Although Mr. Tuck was strict, if you followed his rules you were good to go, and he made class fun so if you paid attention it was an easy A. If you didn't pay attention to anything you would Fail just as easily.

" Well as most of you know, my name is Alexander Frost but I go by Alex. I've lived in Ireland for most of my life but was born in Oregon. I have 2 sisters, I know how to ballroom dance, and know how to play five instruments. will that suffice?"

So he did have an Irish accent, and wow five instruments how did he have time to learn how to play all of those?

"For now Mr. frost, have a seat"

Once again the seat open was next to me. this class was popular so there was only the one seat in front of me. He smiled and walked over to it. Tearing my gaze away from him I decided to grab my headphones and listen to music. Luckily I didn't need to listen to the lecture to know the information but I loved listening to Mr. Tuck rant. Alex turned around in his seat and tried talking to me.

"Are you going to talk to met yet?"

My music wasn't on so I heard him speak to me, shaking my head I turned my attention to my music and picked a song called Use Me by Miguel. As I watched the teacher ramble on about personalities. Feeling my Birthmark start to itch I rolled up my sleeve and see that the edges of it look a little red. My birth mark was in the shape of a bat and it was a blackish color. Looking back at Alex I saw him write in his notebook and rip out the paper. To my surprise the note wasn't passed to me but to a girl named Kami. Kami was one of the cheerleaders my man-whore of a brother has hooked up with.  She had light brown hair with blonde highlights that was cut short, it went  just above her shoulders. She was 5'6'' tall and had electric blue eyes. Whatever Alex passed her was funny and made her giggle. I glared at her, a guy like him shouldn't be mixed up with sluts like her. I glance back at Alex and there was a frown on his face, he started writing on another piece of paper, and slid it on my desk. There I was greeted with his fancy cursive writing.

"If I knew you wanted to talk I would have passed the not to you in the first  place."

I wasn't in the mood to talk, but it was interesting to talk to him, even if I was being a bitch to him. he was the only one to ever try and be friends with me as well.

"What makes you think I want to talk to you?"

As much as I liked this class I was hoping it would be over soon.

"If you didn't want to talk then why are you glaring at Kami?"

"She's the school's slut, I have my reasons."

Seeing the past where I heard her whiny voice in my house and then walking into the kitchen with my brother playing kissy face with Kami, then leading her to his bedroom, but not before my brother turns to me and says 'you might want to turn on some music. of course me not listening I got the whole surround sound of them going at it. Flinching at those memories, I saw the paper was back on my desk.

 

"Don't say that, you don't know her."

 

"The hell I don't! I know more than I wish to know."

 

Being with my brother sucked, he didn't care what he said, he had no filter, so when the girls were gone, he would gossip to me about how good or bad they were, what they did to him, the whole nine yards, it was disgusting.

 

"What do you mean by that?"

 

Silently laughing I pondered did I really want to tell him?

 

"Like I know she's loud in bed."

 

"How would you know that?

 

Deciding to tell him about my brother I wrote the words on the paper.

 

"Man-whore brother."

 

After he read the note he kinda just sat there. Kami finally passed her note back to him and he didn't even acknowledge it.  Finally he passed it back to me.

 

"I'm sorry I shouldn't have said anything. I have a free period next, please talk to me? meet me in the library?"

 

The bell went off, and I gathered my things, I walked slowly to my locker. I didn't know if I really wanted to go to the library or not. luckily I also had a free period. making up my mind I head to the library.

*Due to unseen circumstances I will not be able to post for awhile. Unfortunately I got word today that my great grandma as of today is in hospice and has been given the time of no longer than 2 weeks to live. I will be away in Florida till July 4th. Thank you for reading my story, I hope you like it. as soon as I can I will update more. If you have any suggestions on how I could make the story better, please let me know, or if you just wish to comment please feel free to do so, I love reading peoples comments even if they just say they don't like it, and if you don't like, please tell me why so I can make this more enjoyable for others to read. again Thank you for understanding.*