Fallen Angels

Chapter Three

When angels live among us, they bring a little bit of heaven down to earth

     After Dante had declared his seat, Lottie had walked off to her own in defeat with a whisper that sounded much like, "This isn't over."
Now I remained sitting beside the grouch potato as Mr. Decker, the new Chem. teacher, went on about how it is a pleasure to meet us all and hopes we have a good year with him as our new teacher for the rest of the year.
I wondered how long that would last before he begun to detest us, seeing as how the stress of being a teacher had caused Mrs. Bow to lose it. Literally. But that rumor was by far one of the craziest ones that spread like wild fire on Friday.
"Now," Mr. Decker went on nonchalantly. "You may or may not know your chemistry partner, but if you don't, don't break a sweat." He smiled, revealing straight white teeth. "What we're going to be doing today will help you, and me, get to know each other a whole lot more." He handed out two sheets of paper to each table before continuing. "For today you'll be learning about your partner. Jot down the information about him, or her, and your thoughts about one another. Any questions? If not, begin mingling."
"Mr. Decker!" I heard someone from the back shout out, "Will this count—"
"Yes," Mr. Decker sighed, cutting her off. "This will count as a grade."
I glanced over at Dante, debating whether to say something or not. If this really was going to be a graded assignment then this should be an easy A. As long as he participated.
I cleared my throat, "Should we—"
"Your breath stinks," Dante said rather vulgarly. "And is that garbage in your hair?" As if to prove his point, he reached out to grab a lock of my hair, but I pulled back before he could. I knew for a matter that my breath did not stink. At least I hoped it didn't.
"You're an ass," I said while jotting this information down into my sheet of paper.
"Coming from the girl who smells like one," He retorted with an eye roll.
I opened my mouth to argue but clamped it shut as I remembered him saying my breath stunk, and as for garbage in my hair? Yeah, right! I bit my lip as I wrote down jerk on the second bullet point.
What was his problem? If he was pissed about Lottie snapping at him then I swore this guy was a cry baby for such a badass looking wannabe.
I looked up and searched for Lottie's face upfront, spotting her looking right back at me with that type of expression that said she knew something that I did not.
Her lips curled up into a wicked smile and mouthed, how's it going?
Kill me now! I mouthed back.
"Careful what you wish for," Dante muttered, startling me.
How did he...?
I glared at him as I turned my attention back to my paper. Eavesdropper, I jotted down furiously.
"Breath stinks, doesn't wash her hair, short tempered, cute freckles, and what else? Squeaky kid voice?"
"That's it!" I snapped as I stood up. I wasn't going to deal with his immaturity and if Mr. Decker wasn't going to assign him to sit elsewhere than Principal Venus would hear about it.
The bell rung as soon as I picked up my Chemistry book and everyone else stood up, gathering their things.
"While you were having a moment with your friend up there," Dante said, crumpling the piece of paper Mr. Decker had handed to everyone into a ball. "I wrote down my number on your wrist." He picked up his Chemistry book and tossed the crumpled sheet into the trash. "We both know you want to be a good little girl and get an A soooo, call me." Without another word, he walked away.
I looked down at my wrist, thinking he was kidding, and saw for a matter of fact that his number was written on my wrist in black Sharpie. I felt my face redden with fury as Lottie came to my side,
     "I can tell that went well." She said sarcastically, my jaw clenching.
How had I not felt him do this?

After I had spilled everything to Lottie at my locker after school and reassured her that I didn't like Dante, she smirked and, with a wink, said, "Add up the fact that he's sexy with his feisty attitude and you get one juicy apple."
I couldn't believe it. My bestfriend was going to betray me. Again. "Don't worry Ash," she continued, smiling innocently as I glared at her. "If it makes you feel any better I think he's just trying to get on your nerves because he thinks you're cute." I opened my mouth to argue but she put up a hand and continued, "It's usually how it always starts. The immature boy tries to get the girls' attention by behaving immaturely."
"Oh that automatically makes it better," I murmured sarcastically. The number on my wrist had clearly been written quickly. His words rung in my head, making me scowl.
     Like hell I would call him! I'd rather fail this assignment. I slammed my locker shut and Lottie begun to mumble something about my PMS.
     My mind was officially made up. I was just gonna go ahead and demand for Mr. Decker to reassign me to someone else. At least.
     Maybe someone would be willing to trade places with me. If I had to stand another day with Dante than I would simply end up yanking out his piercing. Who cared if he was good looking?
     Much like Seth, Dante might have the type of good looks that most girls would melt for but I wouldn't let someone like him talk down to me.
     "Take it easy, Ash, you don't look so well. I gotta go see my tutor." Lottie explained, voice much softer. "I have some nerd in my math class tutoring me and if I'm late again he's gonna quit on me." She sighed, annoyed, and checked her phone with a scowl. "I'm actually already late. I'll call you tonight pretty girl." She winked and fixed her shirt so it revealed more of her cleavage.
     I fought to hide a smile and watched her head off towards the library before slumping my shoulders in defeat. Today was never going to end, would it?

     After my failed attempt at finding Mr. Decker in his classroom I had given up on the day. My body felt exhausted and lunches food wasn't enough to supply me with the energy that I needed to see off the rest of the day.
     I headed out towards my car, spotting Dante beside my Jeep. I stopped where I stood, glaring daggers at the back of his head. How did he know it was my car?
     It was then that I realized he was speaking to a blond haired guy who sat cooly on an orange Camaro just parked beside Shitty Betty.
     At this moment Dante's gaze wasn't anything but kind. A boyish smile lit up his face, surprising me that his face could work such muscles that it wasn't used to working. 
     My breath got caught in my throat as Blondie and Dante turned my way. Dante's gaze hardened, becoming a glare, but Blondie smiled charmingly, his blue eyes not once leaving mine.
     A blush shouldn't have crept up to my face, but it had. I attempted in looking away from his gaze, yet found that I couldn't. It was almost as though I were in some kind of trance that I didn't want to escape from. All I wanted to do was—was what?
     The sound of a car horn brought me back to reality, and when I looked to my side, a car was speeding towards me. My eyes widened in shock, my body quickly registering and jumping out of the way.
     "Hey, are you okay?"
     I looked up in shock from where I stood, my adrenaline racing far too much for me to register what had just happened. Gray eyes met my plain hazel ones, but even then I didn't acknowledge who it was until I pulled back.
     Dante.