What The Hell

How it all began

I hate him... I hate him so much... I hate him more than anything else...
Why... Why did he have to do such a thing to me. If he had not done it, then we might have been able to be friends... Might have...
But no, he did it...
He kissed me... And I will never forgive him for that...
I am not normal, I know that. I am a lot of things, but THAT... No way, no way in hell could I be that.
I am a Demon. There is no way I could fall for him. An Angel. He's an angel for hells sake. Others than that, he's a... NO, I am not into that, and nor will I ever be. That is for sure...
First time I met him, was when he started in our class. And of course I was the one, who was chosen to show him around. ME, the only demon on the entire school, had to show an angel around. I mean we are basically meant to be enemies. What was the principal thinking...?
Well, as the loyal demon I am, I of course did what the principal told me to.
It all started out pretty normal, though I was not exactly happy about having to spend time with a fucking angel. I showed him the cafeteria and the library and stuff like that. He did not speak much, asked a couple of questions sometimes, but else nothing.
Finally, we reached the last room I had to show him. It was the completely deserted locker room. Soon I could finally get the hell away from him. Stupid angel.
"So, this is it, the last room on the tour. Do you have any last questions?"
"Yeah, I have one. You of course know that my name is Tres. Tres Benson. But you never told me your name."
While he was talking, he slowly and casually leaned back against the door with his hands on his back.
"I don't have a name. And if I had, then why should I tell you?" I really hate angels.
"Well, because I've told you my name. And I can't believe that one as beautiful as you, doesn't have a name."
WHAT! What is with his voice, what is he up to... Click... Wait, what was that sound.
"Fine, then you can call me Nat. Nat Summers. That's what everybody else call me." What is it with this guy. What is he doing. He is moving closer?
"What a beautiful name."
"It's not a name. It's just a nickname. Nat means night in some weird human language." Why the hell am I telling him this?
"How... Beautiful..."
What the bloody hell is going on. What is he doing. He is way to close right now.
Wait... Wait... WAIT, what is happening.
His right hand was on my cheek while his left was dragging me closer by the wrist. Before I knew it, he had dragged me into a kiss. I felt totally paralysed, I could not even move a finger. What was going on. I was completely shocked. I had not expected that, I didn't even know what to do.
Finally, he released me from his grip. I fell down on my knees. My head felt like it was spinning and I could feel the heat rise in me. At last, I found my voice again.
"What the bloody fucking hell are you doing?"
"I'm sorry, I really couldn't help it. From the moment I saw you, I fell for you. You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen. I'm sorry for suddenly just bursting out like this. It really wasn't my intention. I really hope that you don't hate me. At least not more than you already did." Why did he have to put up such a miserable face. If I was not a demon, he probably would have had me right there. Thank hell I am a demon.
I got to my feet, trembling, I could still feel the heat in my face.
"WELL IT'S A BIT TOO LATE FOR THAT. I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOUR FACE EVER AGAIN." And with that I stormed out of the room, knocking the door down as I went. I was furious. I locked myself inside the first bathroom I saw, and immediately collapsed on the floor.
What is wrong with me, why am I crying. I am a demon, a demon. I shouldn't cry over anything.
I pulled myself together and got to my feet once again. I looked in the mirror...
"ARHG... WHAT'S WRONG WITH MEEE... Why am I blushing like this..."
"How the hell should I know."
I looked up. The creature living in the mirror, had shown up. Why... Why now of all times...
"I'm not talking to you."
"Uuuuh... The demon is in a bad mood... Watch out folks, somebody's gonna get their soul eaten..."
"Shut up you bitch, you're just a stupid mirror..."
"I am not! And I am not a bitch, I am the bitch... Muuhahahahahaaaa..." And with that, it disappeared.
"ARHG... Damn mirror creatures...Huuuh, what the heck is happening. Why did he do that, he really must be crazy..."
He freaking kissed me... Arhh, why am I blushing like this again... I have got to pull myself together...
I pulled myself in the hair while shaking my head. "ARRRGH..."
Afterwards, when I had calmed down a little, I picked up my bag in my locker and left the school, though it was only 12:30 pm.
When I got home, I threw my bag in the hallway with a sigh...
I don't normally skip classes, I just did not think, that I could face him again just yet. I threw myself on the couch. "Maybe it would be a good idea to call Blair, perhaps she can give me some advice?"
"Yeah, maybe you should. She's probably wondering why you left school early." said my little pet dragon, Scythe.
Blair... She is a bit odd, even for a witch. She is not the only witch on the school, but she is the only one of them, who comes from the human world. She is getting bullied because of that sometimes. Though it is not like she is weaker or something. If anything, I would believe that she is a bit stronger than the others.
I decided to text her instead because I thought that my voice sounded a bit rusty after having cried. Blair would notice such a thing, you cannot hid anything from her. That is just how she is. Even a demon is not able to hid anything...
Blair...
Need your advice. Drop by later will you.
I sat for a moment, just staring at phone. Waiting for her to answer. I closed my eyes...
I could feel the soft, warm hand on my cheek. The gentle dragging in my arm. Those warm, soft lips against mine...
I opened my eyes.
"ARGH... WHY WAS I THINKING OF THAT JUST NOW..."
Scythe generated a little flame of shock and made a burn mark in the carpet.
I could feel the heat in my cheeks again. And also, I could still feel the hand, like if he had only just moved it. I placed my head in my hands, moaning.
Exactly in that moment, it knocked on the door and Blair came barging in.
That's another thing about her... She sometimes take the smallest things way to serious... For example my text, need your advice, she can make it sound like I'm about to bleed to death. That part of her can be quit irritating.
"What's wrong? Where is it burning? Who's dead? Did you eat someone's soul? What is it? Talk to me!"
"Wow, wow, wow, wow... Take it easy, nobody's dead." At least not yet!
"Then what's wrong? Why did you leave school so suddenly?"
"I'll tell you. Just sit down for a moment will you." She sat down at the very edge of the armchair opposite the couch.
"Okay, I'm sitting down. Now tell me!"
"It's that new guy I had to show around. the angel..."
"Uuuuh... It's about the new guy! What happened? Was he weird? Was he being mean to you?"
"No no, it wasn't like that. Well he acting weird but... Never mind, that's not the point... He kissed me!"
"WHAAAAAT! He kissed you? He kissed you! What the hell, but he doesn't even know you and..."
"I know!"
"Holy Crap!" I knew she would react like this, Why did I even bother telling her? What could she possibly do to help? Other than give me advice. "I had not seen that one coming. And you are sure didn't think you were... you know..."
"YES, I'm sure. Do I look like I am?"
"No no, it was just... Well never mind that. What are you going to do?"
"That was why I called you here. What shall I do? I've never tried something like this. That was my first kiss..." As I talked I could feel my cheeks burn once again, possibly for the hundredth time that day.
"Hmm... I don't know... Maybe you should just ignore him and act like it never happened." See, that's one thing I like about Blair, she always tries to help her friends out. What I like most about her, is that she is the only one on the school, who wants to spend time with a demon like me.
"Yeah... Yeah, I think you're right. I'll just ignore him..."
The next day I went school as always, determined to ignore him. Though It was tough. It seem like every time I let my guard down, he popped into my mind. I would feel his hands and his kiss, and every time I would blush like a little school girl.
Our first class was Latin, but luckily he chose a seat far away from me. The rest of the day continued like that. We went to classes, and he chose the seat furthest away from me. Had he really taken me seriously, when I said I never wanted to see his face again?
To be earnest, it suited me just fine. It made things a little easier for me to handle.
It continued like this for a hole month, and I couldn't help but noticing, that he was nothing like the other angels at the school. He never yelled stupid things at me or gave me disgusted looks. He also kept a lot to himself, where the other angels are constantly seeking attention. But most importantly, he never showed off his wings.
I began to catch myself staring at him more and more often.
One day in October I caught him staring at me in the cafeteria. He was standing in the line and I was sitting in the furthest corner reading a book. The moment I noticed that he was staring at me, we both looked away. I hid my head behind my book, because I knew my cheeks were glowing red.
After a few minutes I heard somebody come nearer. I looked up to find Tres standing right in front of me... Ba-dump... What was that?... Ba-dump...
"Can I sit here?"
"Guess you can..." I looked down at my book again, but I did not read anything. I couldn't. That weird sensation would not allow me to.
"You don't eat?" he asked.
"Why should I?"
"Good point. I guess you don't have to."
"Let's just skip this awkward part and go right to the point. What do you want?" That might have come out a bit too harshly .
"Look, I just want to say sorry. I really didn't mean to do it. I guess the temptation got the better of me." Why does he have to look so god damn cute when he's sorry... Ba-dump... Wait, what...
"Could we please take a walk? I would feel a lot more comfortable, talking in a less crowded place." Earnestly, I'm not so comfortable at the idea of being alone with you.
"Sure."
We left the cafeteria and went out on the school grounds. The weather was quit chilly. It did not really bother me, but Tres wrapped his sweater a bit closer around him.
"So, now we're far away from anybody else. What did you want to talk about?" Why am I sounding so harsh all of a sudden? Have I always sounded this harsh.
"Oh... It was just... What I meant was... Uhm... I don't know how to say this..." He sounds so cute when he stutters... What am I thinking... Am I smiling...
I looked down on my feet, so he could not see, that I was blushing. He took a deep breath.
"What I meant to say was, that I meant what I said that day, about falling for you. Nat, I am completely and madly in love with you." Ba-dump, Ba-dump, Ba-dump. "I know, that you don't like me in that way, but... After what I'm about to show you... I hope that we can at least be friends."
Without any other words, he turned around and pulled of his shirt. Suddenly his wings became visible, but they were not as you would have expected they were. All the other angels at the school, has perfectly, smooth, snow-white wings. But not Tres, his wings... are jet-black.
A fallen angel... Ba-dump...
"Is that... because of me?" What, am I now also feeling sorry for the poor creature...
"They have been like that ever since that day." That must be tough... "I just hope that you will like me a bit more now... Or... Just hate me a bit less... I really truly love you, Nat Summers. But I can live with just being friehnn..."
What am I doing? I don't even know it myself... I'm... Kissing him...
While he was talking, I was slowly moving towards him. I had laid my hands upon his cheeks and pressed my lips against his. In the beginning, he was shocked, but then he relaxed and placed his arms around my waist. Now we were standing, in the middle of the school grounds, under a tree, kissing.
It is one month ago now, and we have been together ever since.
Now, we are sitting on my couch. I am leaning against him with his arm around me. We are holding hands.
"Your hair has grown quit long, hasn't it? Around waist length, right?" He asks with that seductive voice of his.
"It has. Should I cut it?"
"No, you look so beautiful with long hair."
I smile for myself and he kisses me on the forehead.
"Nat Summers. Isn't it ironic that your last name is something as bright as Summers when you are a demon."
"I guess so, yes."
"By the way, what exactly is Nat short for."
"Nathan."
Okay... I admit it... I think, I must be gay then...
So he has got me in his power... But I no longer care... Let them think what they want... I've fallen for the fallen angel...