I accidentally summoned a Demon and I call him Fred

Welcome to New Orleans 24

Training with Alex has been brutal. Every muscle in my body ached as I lay on the sofa. The soft drumming of my heart continued to thump as Alex lectured me on one spell. This particular spell was the only spell I had to learn before we headed out on our first assignment. Unfortunately, my thoughts wandered back to the old hag and the reading she forced upon me. Her number burned in my pocket, begging to unleash the secret of my mother's death.

"MK..." Alex spoke sternly as he dangled the flash card with holographic symbols. The spells weren't getting any easier. You would think watching reruns of Harry Potter, or Charmed made spelling casting easy. It did not. It was like learning a different language.

Alex had more patience than Megan, but even he had to have a limit. Is it possible to be dyslexic with spell casting? It would explain why I'm so fucken bad at this supernatural stuff.

A skittle thrown by my annoying mentor bounced off my forehead, breaking my train of thought.

"Pay attention."

"I am," I responded as I flicked the skittle back at him, missing him entirely from the other side of the couch.

"I need you to get this spell protection down. I understand this is all new to you, and this is probably one of the hardest spells you will need to memorize." Alex sighed as he placed the cards on the coffee table.

"But I'll have Fred!" I blurted before I realized those disgusting words fell out of my mouth. Alex's eyes widened and gave me a sharp look for a brief moment.

'Aw, you do actually like me.'

'Shut up'

"Fred, saving you removed a student from the school and devoured his spiritual abilities." Alex spoke in a strict tone with a coldness that could freeze water. It was a day that I wished I could forget. If I wasn't thinking about my mother, I was thinking how I ruined Jerad's life.

"Sorry. You're right." I answered as Fred scoffed in my mind. 'You would bring up old shit, Alex.'

"I think I may be going about it the wrong way in teaching you spells..." Alex admitted, his voice soft with a linger of embarrassment.

"Really?" I couldn't help but be surprised at the sudden change of attitude. Every emotion that Alex expressed was astonishing. He usually gave his friends a momentous answer, but recently, he has been more human.

"Yes, and I'm not going to repeat it." Alex rolled his eyes as he noticed the grin that crept along on my face.

"So what's your plan then?"

"I'll tell you when we get there." He smirked as he sat up from the couch. I squinted at him, questioning his motives. But unfortunately, Alex masked his expression as quickly as I caught it.

"Let's go, shortcake." His fingers moved swiftly through my hair, sending shivers down my spine. It was a weird sensation whenever Alex was near, and forgetting the old hag words was even harder.

'This guy is going to lose a finger,' Fred growled.

"The dress on the right, please," Alex pointed at a manqueen wearing a slender black sparkling dress with a slit on the side.

"Alex. You have got to be joking." I hissed. This was absolutely crazy. Nuts. Bonkers. I was too poor to stand in the store, let alone buy anything. I didn't think he was serious when he said we were going shopping. How did this solve my spell-casting problems?

"Mr. Count, would this complete your purchase." A woman in a silk black dress stood near us, holding a $2,000 dress. She had the body of a model who could do much more with her time than seeing two high schools argue.