Chapter 4- The sms

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Someone is dead in my family so sorry if I didn't post :)

Lucifer... Lucifer... Lucifer!" He jolted awake. "H-HUH? WHAT??" His hair was disheveled, and his dark circles were even more pronounced.

In front of him stood Lilith, his girlfriend. "Lucifer! Don't tell me you stayed up all night studying French?!" Her expression was angry.

The blonde laughed nervously, "Haha! No, I... was just sleeping on my notebook! It makes a great pillow!" His lie was as obvious as a nose on a face.

She sighed. "I'm glad you're finally interested in a subject, but don't neglect your sleep." She kissed him on the forehead. "Get ready for chemistry class."

Lucifer quickly got up and went to change. He put on an oversized blue sweater and black baggy pants. His hairstyle stayed the same, but he added a gold cross necklace.

Vaggie shouted, "Hurry up, Lucifer! We're leaving." That girl was always impatient.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming!" he replied, walking out of his room. "Has anyone seen my bag?"

Charlie handed it to him. "Here it is."

He smiled. "Thanks, Charlie." Then he checked his pockets. "Has anyone seen my wallet?"

"Pay attention to your stuff," she said, handing him the wallet.

He chuckled softly. "Thanks!" Taking a deep breath, the group left the dorm and headed toward the university.

"Are we eating in the cafeteria today?" Nifty asked. Usually, the group didn't eat at the university, but they'd heard that some students were going to confess their love to Mr. Hartfelt.

Angel exclaimed, "Oh yes! I can't wait to see the students get humiliated by the French teacher!"

"There are already students going for it when we've only had one class with him?" Lilith was confused.

As they grabbed their things from their lockers, Angel, who had heterochromatic eyes, laughed. "Yeah, and not less than 20!"

Lucifer coughed in surprise. "20?! I don't get how a French teacher can be that charming." It was a massive self-own.

Angel raised an eyebrow with a smirk and whispered in Lucifer's ear, "You would know."

The blonde's face went from pale to red in seconds. "Wha-uh... nooo-" He scratched the back of his neck, embarrassed. "Um, the bell's about to ring. I'm heading to chemistry, BYE!" He ran to the other end of the hallway.

The group watched him run, confused.

Charlie sighed. "What did you say to him this time, Angel?" She crossed her arms.

Angel Dust grinned innocently. "Nothing at all! He must be excited to get to chemistry." He grabbed his bag. "Anyway, we should head there too."

The five of them entered Mrs. Cherri's classroom.

Lilith overheard a conversation between Vox, Velvette, and Valentino.

Velvette had brown hair with a red streak styled in pigtails, piercing green eyes, tan skin, and wore designer clothes. She was well-known on social media platforms like Instagram and TikTok.

Valentino was tall and bald, with light green eyes, a light beard, and fashionable clothes that reflected his taste. He was famous for his charms at the university.

Finally, Vox was a tall man with black hair slicked back, a red streak, piercing blue eyes, a scar across his right eye, and wore a black suit. He was known for his entrepreneurial skills and lies that seemed incredibly believable.

These three friends formed the "Vee's."

"I can't believe our dear Lucifer is in love with Mr. Hartfelt!" Velvette laughed so hard she was out of breath.

Vox chimed in, "If you'd seen his face! His cheeks were as red as a tomato!" Their laughter echoed in the large room.

Valentino was crying with laughter. "And— And he thinks he has a chance with him! HAHAHA" He banged the table multiple times, trying to calm down.

A thousand questions rushed through Lilith's mind: Did Lucifer really love the French teacher? Was he going to leave her? What did Mr. Hartfelt have that she didn't? Was she a bad girlfriend? I HATE MR. HARTFELT!

Nifty interrupted her thoughts. "Lilith, class is starting. Come sit." She took her hand and sat next to her.

The class went on quietly until Lucifer caused yet another explosion. "Oops." He was once again covered in smoke and dirt.

Mrs. Cherri sighed. "Morningstar, this is the tenth time since the start of the year that you've blown up your experiment! Go to the principal's office." She set aside the samples Lucifer had destroyed.

"Okay." Another visit to the principal didn't faze him anymore.

He headed to the office and knocked. "It's Lucifer Morningstar. Mrs. Cherri sent me to see you."

Adam gestured for him to enter. "Another explosion?" The blonde nodded.

He sighed. "You'll stay after school tonight to clean the chemistry lab." The chemistry lab? The dirtiest classroom in all of Pandemonium?!

"That's disgusting! Can't I just have detention like usual?!" The look of disgust on his face was undeniable.

The principal smirked. "That'll teach you not to cause trouble." He took a sip of his coffee. "Now, you can leave my office."

Lucifer walked out, muttering insults. "Jerk," he grumbled, slamming the door.

Charlie ran up to him and hugged him. "Luci! Stop getting into trouble. One day, you're really going to get expelled!" She squeezed him tight.

The small man laughed nervously. "Don't worry, Char-Char! Nothing's gonna stop me." A vibration came from his pocket.

Vaggie said, "I think you got a message." She pointed at the phone in his pocket.

He took out his phone. "I wonder who it could be." He scrolled through the numbers, and his expression froze.

Lilith pressed him, "Who messaged you, Lucifer?!" The whole group was worried, seeing the look on Lucifer's face.

"It's... my father." His hands shook, and sweat dripped down his forehead.

Angel took a serious tone. "What does he want?" Everyone knew Mr. Morningstar wasn't a very pleasant person and could even be violent.

The blonde took a nervous breath. "He wants to see me tonight." When he wanted to see him, it was never for a happy family moment.

"Do you want us to come with you?" Lilith asked, concerned. "You shouldn't go alone; it's too dangerous." She was worried he wouldn't come back in one piece.

He forced a smile. "Don't worry, I can handle it, right?"

He could handle his father, right?

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