I accidentally summoned a Demon and I call him Fred

Chapter 2: Happy birthday

Locking the front door, I left Issacs's house key in the usual flowerpot beside their horribly carved pumpkin. As I continued my normal route home, the sun faded, and night emerged quickly. The streetlights and the Halloween outdoor decor from other neighbor's front yards were flickering. The Autumn wind started to pick up speed, attempting to bite my skin. My pace quickened as I turned at the end of the street, finding a group of teens standing under the dim streetlight.

I felt myself squinting at their uniform, trying to figure out what school they were enrolled in. I have never seen anyone in my small suburban town wear that kind of uniform. For starters, the uniform was way too formal and clearly expensive. ′They must be rich ass private school kids touring the poor class neighborhood, thought with annoyance, remembering a couple of rich kids trying to find volunteer work for their class project.

The two boys wore a black jacket and a white button-down shirt. The girl I could hear yelling at one boy with almond-shaped eyes and short dark brown hair was the one causing the commotion. She had a similar fashion to the boys but was dressed in a short black school skirt despite the icy breeze.

The other male in the group was the only one I found who was not in the argument. He was casually leaning against the light pole, scrolling on his phone. I was almost taken aback by how tall he was. He could easily touch the tip of the light bulb if he wanted to. I couldn't help but admire his height, but I also felt a tinge of envy as I struggled daily to reach for anything in our tall cabinets.

As I grew closer to the odd group, the pair were so deep into their argument that they didn't even notice I was heading down their path. I was surprised that nobody in the neighborhood could hear them or the Karen from next door who enjoyed calling the cops on kids for 'disturbing the peace, mainly her 'peace.'

"Can your damn spirit guide work any slower?" The girl in the group groaned so loudly that I was able to hear their conversation from a distance. She was shivering with teeth chattering, unable to stop the cold October breeze from attacking her skin. Another fierce and roaring freezing air pushed through, causing the girl to pull back a strand of her dark blonde hair away from her face.

"Hey! He's doing his best!" He responded defensively, appearing just as annoyed and cold as the hysterical girl cursing at the wind.

"I swear we should have just let Alex send out one of his summoning to find the damn thing!" she continued to curse off at the boy. 'Jesus, cut the guy some slack... hold up summoning?'I thought, feeling bad for the guy, but then I was utterly confused by the situation. "But no, you sent your summoning to find nothing but jackshit!" She continued.

"Like your lame-ass spirit guide could do more!" He seethed his arms crossed against his chest, protecting his hands from the cold.

"Yeah, but Alex..." She started but was quickly cut down by the boy's cold response. "Alex does not give a shit. As you can see!" The boy shouted as he pointed to the unbothered giant, still calmly on his phone, ignoring both.

Well, this is getting ugly...

As I was steps away from crossing the group, I debated walking to the other side of the street, avoiding them altogether. However, the cold breeze made my decision very clear-get the fuck home and out of the cold.

The two teens were now in a screaming match over summoning and other terms I could not comprehend. I was at my limit dealing with weirdos on the street, especially at night. It was time for Issac's dad to start picking him up from our house. Will I win in the discussion against my mother? The answer is probably not, but will I bitch and complain the whole time? Yes, most definitely.

As I made my way toward the group of teens, I decided to create a scenario in my head that these deranged teens were probably some weird goth groups playing Pokémon Go. I figured they would ignore my presence like the students in my class, so I convinced myself to push on.