Three Kings, One Girl, One Decision

Chapter 6: A Weekend Without the Boys?

It's been a week since the boys joined Pismo Beach High. They seem okay most of the time, but they never stop being annoying. They're always trying to walk with me or talk to me. Amaimon is always trying to kiss me in front of everyone, which is totally embarrassing. It's worse when his brothers are around to see it. They look like they're about to outright kill him. Kage is probably the most normal of the three. At least, that's what I thought until I saw him watching me. Everywhere. It seems as if every shadow I look at, he's there. It's kinda creepy...okay it's a lot creepy. Egyn is polite and all, but he can get annoying. He's always smirking and looks so smug all the time. That smirk is always there. It's like his politeness is just a cover up for what he's really like. When he isn't smirking, he's scowling at his brothers. He really doesn't like them. He especially dislikes them when they're around me. Overall, they are all just annoying as hell and I wish they would leave me alone.

Luckily, it's Friday. Which means the weekend is right around the corner. A weekend without that bothersome bunch of brothers, I think to myself with a grin. I look at the clock that is hanging over the band room door. 2:30, ten minutes until I'm free of school and of those obnoxious boys. I play my sax happily at the thought, overpowering the rest of the section. They all look at me in confusion and I just continue to play my sax, toning it down a bit so as not to overpower again. Amaimon plays along next to me on his tenor sax. He's actually pretty good, to my surprise. All three of the boys are good actually. Egyn has got a trumpet solo in one song and it gives me chills every time. Kage is fantastic on snare and never misses a beat. Their musical skills are one of the few good qualities about them.

"Alright," says Mr. Grant as we end the song. "The game tonight has been canceled due to the storm that's on the way. So since I won't be seeing you tonight, I wish you a happy weekend. Get lots of rest, it's supposed to be nice on Monday so we will be marching. Pack up!"

The class cheers at the first half of the news and groans when we find out we're marching on Monday. Sometimes I don't understand people in our band. They joined marching band, and yet hate when we have to march. I shake my head as I begin to take my alto sax apart to put it in the case. I couldn't care less when we march or not. I am happy that we don't have a game though, it means less time with them. When I'm done packing up my sax I take it to the storage room and put it in its cubby. Walking back into the classroom, I grab my stuff and head to the door to wait until the bell rings. I look at the clock. Five minutes. Five minutes and I'm free. I scan around me, checking to see if any one of the boys is near me. I don't see them and sigh in relief.

But, to my displeasure, I sighed too soon.

"Hey Cici," says Amaimon as he walks up and kisses me for what seems like the millionth time.

I push him back and scowl. "What did I tell you about doing that?" I say, looking around to see if anyone saw. Luckily, no one was looking our way.

"You said not to do it," he says bluntly. I nod at him and am about to speak when he beats me to it. "That doesn't mean I'm going to stop though," he finishes with a smirk. He then kisses me again, earning a glance from some of the other students. He laughs as my face turns red from embarrassment.

"I'm serious! You need to stop doing that!" I quietly yell at him.

"Why? You know you like it."

I blush even darker at his accusation as he smirks at me. I open my mouth, ready to tell him off, but he speaks first.

"So," he begins, looking a bit nervous, "I was wondering if you had any plans this weekend?"

I look at him in confusion but shake my head no.

"Well, I was wondering if maybe you wanted to hang out or something..." he finishes, looking down with a light blush on his cheeks. I look at him in surprise. I'd never seen this Amaimon before. He looked so cute and shy, it was hard to believe it was even him. He looks back at my face, clearly nervous. This is going to be fun, I think evilly. I give him a small smile and he smiles back in hope.