Angel (Temp. Title)

Kadan

Slumping down in my seat, I settled to pick away at my nails, biting at the hangnails. A pale hand reached and yanked my hand, damn near causing me to tumble out of my seat. Fixing him with another offended look, he merely put on a faux concerned mom look, tsking sweetly. "You shouldn't bite your nails, darling little flower. You'll ruin them!" his other arm wrapped around me and pulled me on over, crushing me against his chest. Squinting angrily, I tried to look at Valentine, but Cassius instead pressed my head against him and sighed romantically, leaning back.

"Cassius, I'm about to throw you out the window," came Valentine's even tone, gentle hands prying me away and setting me neatly in my seat. "Oh, stop it you," the demon spoke over the teacher's greeting, and I reached and pinched him. "Oh!" he jumped and grabbed my hand, planting it firmly on the table under his.

"I see we're going to have a problem with seating," came the teacher's unamused voice, and I felt both boys stiffen on up. "Daisy, right?" He looked to me, and I simply nodded. "Why don't you move and sit next to Rose? We'll have a table of flowers," he tried for a joke, but it fell pretty flat considering my body was starting to warm with embarrassment. Picking up my bag with my free hand, I stood before pausing as Cassius gripped my hand. Looking down at him, he blinked up at me and slowly exhaled. Squeezing my hand again, he let go and I turned to move.

Oh hell no.

It felt like I was smack dab in a teen novel, because of course it was the blonde from the town. Slowly making my way over, I took a breath and slid into the seat over, leaving an empty chair between us. If the teacher noticed, he blissfully didn't say anything, instead turning away with a satisfied nod and starting to prattle on about the class.

Casting a glance to the boys I left back there, they were both leaning towards each other. Both of them looked tense, and from what I could catch of Cassuis's face he was, for once, looking quite serious. Turning away, I straight refused to look over at Rose. It felt weird, knowing that someone had a name that was quite similar to mine in the flower department, but truly to act awful. Rubbing my thumb over the gouges left in the table from those previously there, I resisted the urge to bolt. I don't know if it was me or my adversity towards the girl, but I was honestly dreading this class if I had to sit here the whole year.

As the syllabus was passed out for this class as well, I waited a moment for it to be slid over, but it wasn't. Taking a breath to steel myself, I glanced over at Rose and frowned. She was holding both of them there, side by side, a little smile on her face. Was she joking right now? Slowly sliding my hand over, I pressed on the one closest to me and started to slide it back to me, fingers playing over it. Her hand came down on the edge with a smack enough to make me jump and yank, neatly pulling the paper away. Turning away quickly, I wanted to leave already.

"Hey. That was mine," her voice was hard, but I ignored her, quickly stuffing it into my bag and putting my elbows on the table, grasping my curls. Just calm down. She was a bully for some godawful reason and for a moment I wondered if she was something like Valentine or Cassius. I wanted to look over at them, but unfortunately she sat about my line of sight in their direction and I didn't want to look at her. Instead I stomped down the emotion and pulled lightly at my hair, breathing evenly. "Hey. Are you listening to me?" she was closer, her voice was closer, but I ignored her still. This was awful, I wanted her to get the hell away from me. "Hello, Daisy? Earth to new girl!" her hand was in my line of sight and I jerked back, almost falling out of my seat as I scooted away from her.

"Stop," my voice was louder than I intended, and I moved my seat all the way to the edge of the table. This was incredibly juvenile, but I didn't want to let myself stay uncomfortable. Staring resolutely at the board, I bit at my finger, barely paying attention to the warnings about labs and the potential safety hazards. Smartly, I managed to grasp the papers when they were passed out, essentially blocking out Rose when she complained or huffed about it. I wondered absently if she was even in my grade, considering this was a mixed class of seniors and juniors and she was really acting like a juvenile.