Hi guys, I am SOOOO sorry I uploaded realllllllly late! But my exams were going on, and it was my sister's birthday, and despite the fact that I love writing, my sister and my studies are more important right now! So I wrote a chapter, but I'm not sure how long it is...
BTW, a huge thanks to ThreeHundredFlowers for my first cover! I love it!
WARNING:
1) Guys, I changed the names of two of my main characters! The main human, who was mentioned as Blake previously, will now be Aden! And Bliss will now be Brooklyn!
2) I'm typing on my iPad so there may be mistakes, but I'll try to proof read and correct on it, otherwise I'll use a computer to edit when I can get my hand on one. My own crashed! =(
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Chapter 2:
(Brooklyn's POV)
"Hey baby! Why don't you come over here and I'll show you a good time!"
"Dude, a babe like her wouldn't give you a single look!"
"Yeah, but if she would, I'd definitely tap that!"
I rolled my eyes and held back a grin, listening to the crude comments of the guys around me. Barely a step into this hell called 'High School' and I was already getting lewd comments. But there were a lot of insults going around as well.
"Ugh, her boobs can NOT be real!"
"She's not even that pretty!"
"Bitch! She's such a slut!"
Hyprocrite, I thought, listening to the last comment. Suppressing yet another eye roll, I harrumphed, silently hating Lucifer for sending me here. Most of these people were already 'Hellians', people residing in Hell, or people who would go to Hell in their afterlife. If I wanted to affect people, and guide them towards the 'wrong path', he should have placed me in a nunnery! Or even a bloody Catholic School would do. Sadly, though, my client, Aden, was here. Damn him! I snickered at the double meaning in my words.
"Hello? Helloooo?"
I jerked to a stop. What the Hell...?
"Thank God! You were just walking forward, and I was worried you'd bang in to a pole or something! You didn't even hear me say hi!" A chirpy, upbeat voice spoke up.
I looked up. Mmmmm! Me likey what's infront! In front of me stood a typical jock. With shaggy, dirty blond hair, and and soft green eyes, he gave off the total lovable puppy dog look! He had an imperfect nose, probably because of previous breakage, but pink, lush lips! And, as a cherry on top, he had a well-built frame and a body to die for! A sight to devour, those abs of steel!
"Who are you?" I asked, confused.
"Oh, hi! My name's...Jake?"He asked, his smile faltering a bit as he realized that I was immune to his boyish charms. I smirked inwardly. He wouldn't be getting any reaction out of me!
"You rell me! Is your name Jake? 'Cause you don't seem to know!" I laughed.
"Yeah...yeah! My name's Jake! Hi! How 'ya doing?" He asked, stuttering, and then saving himself by leaning 'casually' against a nearby car. Sadly, he was too busy looking at me to see that the car was just an inch out of his reach, and he realized too late, tripping over his own untied shoelaces as he crashed to the ground. I started laughing really hard as whispers reached my ears. People were shocked to see football and women player Jake becoming clumsy!
Jake flushed, and quickly picked himself up, brushing off the dirt on his knees. He looked back up and I saw the remains of a blush on his cheeks. Cute! Just to tease him some more, when I saw that he had found his balance, I replied, "You said hi four times, already!"
His cheeks heated rapidly as he full on blushed. I smirked, but took pity on him and said, "Hi to you too! And, in case you're wondering, my name's Brooklyn."
"Hi, Brooklyn," He said shyly, looking like a kicked puppy. My first day and I'd already roped a player in to my clutches! Not bad, Brooklyn.
"So, you mind showing me around? I'm new, and I didn't take part in the orientation, so I don't know where to go," I said
"'Course! We'll stop by the reception and pick up your schedule, then we'll move on!" He replied happily, his eyes lighting up. I hope Lucifer lets me play with him a bit!
He started walking, and I followed suit, ignoring the numorous cat calls and insuults as we entered the building. Some guys started leering at me, so Jake picked up the pace, shielding me with his body. It was cute that he was protective of me! However, I was stopped short, losing him in the crowd, as I banged into a rock hard chest.
"Ouch! Watch where you're going, asshole!" I snapped.
" Oooh, feisty! I like!" A deep voice spoke up, shoulders shaking from laughter. I looked up. Standing before me was a God. Or Devil's weapon, to be more precise.
Aden Ferrows.
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