~Ouija~ (A Dip Story)

•°~School~°•

Hello :3 (I won't torture you all this time around.)

On my way to school, Damien got bored of walking. He looked over at me, a slight glare. "What?" I looked at him for a second, stopping in my tracks. He stepped up closer to me, wrapped his arms around my shoulders, and he... Pushed me to the fucking cément. "Can we skip school?" I stood up, before looking at him and slapping him. "Jesus Christ, what's wrong with you!? You don't just push people like that, you asshole!" He steps back up to me again, whispering in my ear. "Just skip, what the hell is it going to do?"

I push him off of me, slapping him once again. "What'd I say!?" He chuckles, before looking at me again. "Yeah, yeah... Why do you mortals take so long to get to one place, that they don't even enjoy?" I thought about that question for a second, he does have a point... "I-It's the law. If we don't go to school, our parents will go to jail..." "Aren't your parents dead?" I look up at him, mad about this myself.

"...Yes. Yes they are, Damien." I say, quite angry at this pathetic man. I continue walking to school, nearly there. Just let me get there, I hope to God that he doesn't follow me... Please don't. "What's that big rusty building?" I look up, and it's South Park's highschool. "... It's school, maybe if you went here, you'd know. No wonder why you're so stupid..." I walk inside, looking behind me. Damnit, he's there...

"Get out of here, people will question who you are..." I look up towards him, and he just rolls his eyes in response. "Yeah, yeah. It isn't like I'd let anybody see me, anyway." He scoffs, God he's annoying. "What do you mean by that, Damien?" I get stares from people, and I'm sort of confused... "Well, right now, you look like you're talking to air. You look pretty funny, by the way."

Woah, woah, what!? So that's the reason why everyone is looking at me like they'd just seen a crackhead. "You're an asshole, you know that!? You could've told me that!" "You know, I can make people feel insane. Come here, I'll show you." He pulls me. He pulls me into him, and everyone looks like they've just seen a ghost. Some of them are slapping themselves, and others are just purely flabbergasted.

"See their faces? You've just vanished into thin air because of me. Now, we're going to skip school, got it?" This bastard's good... "Fine. But if they call my sister, I'll be about as dead as you are." I stay near him, in order to successfully 'sneak' out of school. The second we're out, I walk as far away from him as I can. "Remind me to never get near you. You're cold as ice, and God, you're  touchy."

In my opinion, he's still hot as shit, and that was a golden opportunity for me. But he gets on my nerves too much. "What plan do you have, anyway?" I ask him, looking up at him. "Plan? For what?" He sounds confused, God, he's so idiotic that it's honestly depressing... "You wanted to take me out of school, and you don't have a plan!? What the hell, dude!"

"Alright, alright, sorry. You don't need to be such a bitch about it..." I notice the cursing, and the name he called me, but I ignore his snarky statement. "Mhm. Get that foot out of your ass and think of something for us to do." He looked over at me, smirking with a smug look on his face. "I can put something else up your ass..." He playfully jokes, but fuck, he's getting more and more on my nerves. I don't know how it's humanely possible to have your blood boil this much...

"What did you say, Damien?" I asked, smiling up at him more sarcastically than usual. "Oh, nothing..." Yeah. Nothing. Totally nothing. God... "The teachers are gonna be worried, you know. I haven't missed a day in 9 months." I'm trying to change the subject. Honestly, I don't think that I want to continue talking to him anymore. But I'd also do anything to hear his voice...But I'd also do anything to rip out his vocal chords.

"Yeah yeah, like they'd miss you... The students are probably glad you aren't there. You're an annoyance, anyway. No wonder why they bully your pathetic ass..." ...That hurt. "Well...Nice to know, I suppose..." I go silent, no longer seeming as mad anymore, just a bit degraded.