Demon in Disguise

Chapter 1

 I took a step forward, daring him to come closer. ''So this is how it's going to be huh?" The boy sighed. "Fine. We're going to do this the hard way then." I lunged and he dodged. In my moment of weakness, grabbed me, and pressed his forehead against mine. We were both breathing heavily, the two of us already exhausted from the chase I gave. "And to think," he started, as I began to black out,"that I had other thoughts I shouldn't have..."

I woke up startled. Every night. . . Every night, a different dream occured. Each one, was about the same boy. Though I couldn't see him clearly, I knew that it had to be the same guy.  He felt. . . familiar. Safe. Though, of course, in all the dreams, he was my "enemy", and I don't exactly hate anyone as of right now. . . It's like, even during the day, when I don't have my "dreams" that I feel like I'm constantly reminded of his presence. 

  Groaning and getting up, I realized it's the first day of school. I leaped out of bed, and threw on a pair of clothes, not caring if they matched or not, and flew down the stairs. James is probably on his way to school and dad should have left the house by now, leaving me with no ride to school, since mom didn't know how to drive. 

 I grabbed my phone somewhere along the way and sent a text to my best friend, Connor. 

'PICK ME UP PLS I DONT HAVE A RIDE AND AND AND ;A;'

 I grinned at my childish text and slipped my flats on, and went into the kitchen. There, I found my mom at the table, looking over some documents. When I came inside, she slide the documents back into its folder and looked up at me, smiling. 

 "Sorry dear, I forgot to make breakfast," she gave an apologetic, stressed smile.

I grabbed a peach and smiled back at her. "It's fine mom. Fruit's healthy for me anyway," I reassure. My jeans vibrate.

 I took my phone out to see that Connor is waiting outside for me. I grabbed my messenger bag and headed outside to his car. I scrambled into the passenger seat and grinned at him. 

 "New ride?" I asked, eyebrows raised. I don't know too much about cars, but it was red, and looked like a sports car. His parents, being a doctor and a lawyer, could easily afford one of these cars, so it wasn't surprising.

 "Awesome right?" He flashed a lopsided grin.

We rode to school, talking about things that never make sense to others- like anime, rpg games, tumblr and the like. We're best friends, Connor and I. We met back in 7th grade, when we both didn't have any friends, and when we both were considered weird and outcasts. . . Well we still are outcasts, but  that doesn't matter. What matters is that we can tell each other everything.

 We arrived at school and I took out my schedule. I didn't bother looking over it earlier, because it would mean I would think of school already and that would have been stressful. I scanned it over, looking for the hall and classroom number for my first class. I found it, and it said B-12, the usual teacher for junior year history class.

 "Usual place at lunch," I instructed.

 "Alrighty. Have fun without me princess," he smirked at me as I rolled my eyes at his ridiculous nickname for me.

 I walked off, adjusting the strap of the messenger bag on my shoulder as I walked. I was nervous, having a class by myself again. I made friends, yeah, but we were distant. I wouldn't ever be as close to them as I would to Connor, or James. I doubt I'd make friends in any of my classes. For some reason, I just don't feel up to all the hassle of polite smiles and small talk. It's too much work.

 I strolled into class and glanced at the free seats. There were a few available. One next to a girl touching up her makeup, one in the middle of a group of rowdy boys, one in the front of the class, and then one in the back corner of the room, right next to a red-haired boy who seems emersed in his Iphone. I contemplated my options quickly and decided my best option would be with the red haired boy who's more than likely not to notice me very much.

 I slid into the seat next to me and he glanced over at me, narrowing his eyebrows. It was almost as if he was trying to figure me out in an instant. In that instant, I looked at his features in a blur. Clear, sharp blue eyes, and a deep orange, maybe even considered red, hair that draped over his face. 

 I looked away first, digging my hands through my bag to find the binder I labled "School Sh*t". To be honest, I didn't care about school. At all. I didn't get the best grades in the entire world, even when I actually did try my best. Eventually I just stopped trying. Stopped caring. If I couldn't improve whilst trying, what's the point in trying at all?

 Soon enough, the bell to signal the start of first period rang and the teacher, a young man, who looked like he was right out of college stood in front of class.

 "Alright class, I'm Collin Hayes, you're teacher for your World History class. Call me whatever you you want," Collin enjoined, smiling and looked around the class. He took role and then he gave us our first assignment. "Your first goal is to get to know the person next to you, seeing as this class will focus on partner projects more than anything. Answer these questions on the same sheet of paper," he directed and and put the projector on, revealing a set of questions.

 I took out a sheet of paper, and shifted in my seat to face the boy sitting next to me- Allistor if I remember it right. I smile at him. "Hi, I'm Tessa." 

 He glanced at me. "Allistor," he stated quietly.

 He answered the questions with as minimal words as possible. When it was my turn, I boredly gave answers that I thought would be suitable for a girl my age, though not my real answers. If I had said my real answers, then it'd be more than likely that he wouldn't talk to me again. My eyes skimmed over the pages nonchalantly once we were done, and I got up to turn it in.

 I came back to find Allistor boredly checking his phone under the desk. I tried talking to him after that, but he only responded with answers that trailed off. I gave it quits and doodled for the remainder of class.

 The next two classes flew by pretty fast and I went to go meet Connor in our usual place.