Dark Angels

Chapter 4- The angel's anger

"Matthews!" I heard him called me out of rage. "May I know what your reason was for this?" he said angrily while giving me the paper. His beautiful mocha eyes had turned into deep black.

"I don't know where that comes from Mike, really..." I smirked, "Why are you always saying that your bad luck is because of me?"

"Because since you're here, you always fuck up all the things that may be linked with me. But now, you have reached another point Matthews. This test was important for him, you have ruined all his chance to be accepted in universities."

"Pardon me, but you knew that Kelly's career in the cheerleader team was important for her and was leading to good plans for her too. You knew, that for her, that wasn't just a thing like this during school like the other girls think, you knew that was her dream! And now you know how it hurts to see the people we love failed."

"You've really gone too far, Matthews..."

"Oh really?"

In a fraction of second, I felt a huge pain on my right cheek and I fell on the ground. This nigga has slapped me! What the hell? Peter helped me got up.

I looked at Michael with the coldest look I could do and said:

"I'm not going to fight with you, I'm not going to respond to that by beheaded you, but watch your back, 'cause you're going to pay it."

He glared at me with a what-can-you-really-do-to-me look and left. He was going to pay...

Next class was biology. We had to be two per tables. I was left alone, when I pushed Sheryl to Nathan's table. I thought he had be enough alone like that. Michael and the gang were late for God knows why, and when the gang went to the back of the class, there was only one seat left for Michael... the one next to me. I looked away like if I haven't seen him at all. He looked at the seat then at me, then at the seat, then at the teacher and managed to go to the back of the classroom, but Mr. Cole stopped him.

"Mr. Jackson, there's a seat left here, just next to Miss Matthews..."

I heard him lowered a "Shit!", then he came back and sat next to me. That was the most awkward time of all my life. We didn't talked at all so did the class who where way more entrusted in both of us than in the lesson. When the bell rang, I felt relieved so did he. He left quickly, which wasn't his habit. Before Sheryl could talk, I said:

"Next time, it'll be your turn!"

I took the bus as every afternoon. The gang, as always, was there, at the back, but they were one missing: Michael... I was really going to think that he did his best to never meet me again at any place. I looked at them... The one who seems very calm and friendly was the one I had hurt, Jason. He even smiled to me. What the hell...? Jason was a big nigga with big chains and all that stuff... But he was more in the way "cool nigga" than "drug dealer". The things I had heard about him seemed to disappear when we made eye contact. The others were looking at me like hungry wolves would look at a lamb . They were waiting for my protection to fail, to attack me and to leave me fall to pieces in their hands. But Jason, the one I ruined the next five years of graduation was smiling at me. He was wearing cool baggy pants and the eternal black dark angels' coat. I turned and sat at my habitual seat and managed to grab my earphones when Jason came and sat next to me. That was really being awkward at that moment.

"What do you want?" I snapped

"You know, I wanted to excuse Michael for what he has done to you. He shouldn't have slapped you and insulted you..."

"Yes he shouldn't, but he's just a jerk, and jerks can't understand that!"

"He's not a jerk..." he laughed, "He's in fact an amazing guy, you just both have to get along better than how you are now... And you're neighbors so I don't see why you couldn't , I don't know... calm yourselves, talk a bit and get to know each other better than how it had started..."