Good Boy, Bad Girl

Maybe Her Name Should Be Demon Instead

Thank you if you're reading! The story will start picking up in the next few chapters with more characters, so if you like it so far, I hope you continue!

I'll admit, by the time a week had passed I really was beginning to debate how Angel earned the title of resident troublemaker.

I mean, she did answer back to teachers and she did have loud shouting matches across the classroom, but otherwise she was no worse than anyone else. In fact, she was actually a much better person than most of the "good" boys and girls were. They were often snobby and arrogant and pretentious. But Angel was humble and genuine and - to be honest - she seemed quite kind, even if it was hidden behind her feisty, blunt nature. We were becoming quite close friends - it had been less than a fortnight but we were essentially joined by the hip.

With Angel came Melissa, and once I got over her blatant enthusiasm for everything she was kind too. Whenever possible Angel and I were with her as well, and we were forming a kind of trio. Then again, it was quite early to tell, and still is really. It's only half past twelve on Wednesday, a week and two days after my conversation with Jake. Angel, Mel and I are at our table, eating and talking. The table that we got when I met Mel has become our group table, although it's designed for four people instead of three. Still, people (like I did prior to meeting Angel) sit alone on six people tables, so I suppose we aren't that demonic.

"Bobby, do you know if we have that assessment today?" Angel asks, taking a bite of her pizza slice. It's quite amusing how much she defies stereotypes when she eats. Most people would expect a small, pretty (I know what your all thinking - it's just a general observation) girl like her to eat daintily and slowly. You'd be wrong - she practically wolfs food down. Every time I've seen her eat it's been the same. (Then again, she did beat up the most muscular guy in the year, it shouldn't be that surprising.)

"I think he said we had another revision lesson," I reply, taking a much less desperate bite of my own pizza.

Mel stirs her pasta around in it's tub. "We had an assessment just. I think it went okay, but you should have seen how little Leon wrote!" Her eyes sharpen suddenly. "Have you two seen the new kid yet?"

Angel and I share a look and then shake ours heads. "No," I answer. "He's in your class, isn't he?" Mel is a class below Angel and I, and her set is where most of the well behaved people are, which is ironic, seen as you'd expect it to be top set where I am. But alas we have Sam Thompson and Tanya and Angel.

Mel nods. "Yeah, and he's completely silent! He doesn't say a word. He's tall - taller than any of us, even Bobby - and has dark hair. I think he has hazel eyes, but I'm not certain. Could just be brown." She shrugs, and places a fork full of pasta in her mouth.

"Actually, I think I saw him around Sam earlier," Angel says suddenly. She doesn't need to clarify which Sam; we all know. "He seemed to be trying to say no to him."

"Maybe he was turning down a friendship invitation," Mel says, swallowing, eyes alight with curiosity. "I mean, he's almost as muscular as Sam himself."

"Where were they?" I ask.

"Down the same corridor I saved your arse in." Angel says, smirking at me. I roll my eyes and Mel laughs.

Wait, that corridor?

I groan and slam a hand to my forehead. Angel and Mel look at me, frowning.