Heaven or Hell (Sequel to "Love or Lust")

Chapter 22:

"Mr. Biersack!" Mr. Richardson snapped at me. I flicked my head up off of my desk out of my small slumber, blinking rapidly in response.

"Huh?" I mumbled quietly.

"Were you planning on paying attention any time soon?"

"I, uh, yes sir." I mumbled, flipping through my text book frantically. I heard him groan under his breath, mumbling a few curse words before clapping his hands together.

"Alright, class? Let's take a twenty minute break," The small class yelled with excitement. Their chairs screeched against the tile floor as they all pushed themselves out of their desks. I slowly walked away as well, following the students as they bolted for the open doorway to freedom. "Alright, hey! No shoving... Jackson! Don't.. Settle down, and be back in twenty minutes!! Andrew," His eyes locked on me as I stopped in front of his desk. I slowly turned my head towards him, giving a hesitant smile. "You're sitting in here."

"But Mr. Richardson..." I began.

"Eh eh! No excuses," Mr. Richardson replied sternly. He pointed to a chair and flicked his wrist down, indicating me to sit quietly. I rolled my eyes angrily and sat down, snagging my textbook off of my desk. I crossed my leg over my other leg and huffed, scanning my eyes over the pages.

"So Mr. Biersack," He pried on, skimming his newspaper. "Where have you been?"

I arched an eyebrow. "Hm?"

"Where have you been?" He questioned again, motioning with his hand circular motions, "I mean you haven't been here in quite some time. What's it been, a week? Few days?"

I shrugged quietly. "I don't know."

Mr. Richardson laughed sharply, shaking his head as he took a sip of his warm coffee. "Oh, cmon now Andrew. You know you've been up to something right? Where have you been? Out with your little girlfriend?"

I rolled my eyes. "Why do you care?"

"Humph," Mr. Richardson muttered, looking back at his newspaper. I sighed, flicking my eyes down as I continued to read through the text book. I tapped my fingers against the book, flipping the page occasionally as I continued to read.

"I don't know," He continued, causing me to groan quietly, "I just thought maybe you were busy with your fallen angel business."

At that my eyes froze widely, my head snapping up. Mr. Richardson gave a sly smirk as his brown eyes met my blue ones, a hint of pleasure in them.

"What did you..." I sputtered out.

"I said I had thought you'd be busy with you're fallen angel business. I mean, you are the little rebellious prophet everyone's been babbling about," Mr. Richardson leaned back in his chair, chuckling to himself as he shook his head. "Ah Andrew, what a pleasure."

My jaw clenched tightly and I stood up quickly, knocking my chair to the floor behind me. My eyes shifted golden and I crouched down into a fighting position, opening my mouth to allow a small roar to escape my lips as my fangs shot out defensively.

"Easy Andrew," He said cooly, standing up calmly from his desk. His smile never faded from his face. I snapped my jaw at him, about to pounce. His smile widened into a grin, and I snapped. I charged at him, my feet about to lift off onto him before a loud roar took me off guard, sending me down to the floor.

My head smashed against the floor. I groaned loudly, opening my eyes to refocus a bit as I glanced at Mr. Richardson, a gasp of shock escaping my lips. Mr. Richardson stood tall over me, his eyes a glowing blue. He extended a hand out to me, revealing five sharp claws protruding from his nails. Hesitantly, I took his hand, pulling myself up to meet eye level with him. He chuckled lightly, revealing large fangs similar to mine but pointed on other teeth besides the canines.