Incubus

| Nineteen |

   I stepped out of the shower and was welcomed with the sticky, hot air of the bathroom. Beads of water clung to my hair and body as I wrapped a fluffy white towel around me. I didn't have time to get dressed. I slept in and was running late. I was distracted after the events of last night, causing me to forget to set an alarm.

   After grabbing my pyjama shorts and tank top off of the floor, I swung the bathroom door open. I rushed out and banged into a hard chest. Praying it wasn't who I thought it would be, I glanced up into the eyes of Mr. Dalton and blew out a sigh of relief.

   It wasn't Lucky.

   I clutched my towel to my chest for dear life and stared up into his wide eyes. "Brielle," he said in surprise and finished doing up his tie. He was fully dressed in a black suit and a red undershirt. He looked more fancy than usual.

   "Hi, sir." I smiled and brushed past him to the far wall. "I really can't stay and talk. I'm running late." I explained and began to hurry down the hall towards my room.

   "Okay, see you in class!" Mr. Dalton called after me and I glanced back to see him go into the bathroom. I placed my hand on my doorknob and hesitated. Glancing at the door across from mine, I wondered if I should talk to him before class. Did I even want to talk to him? Was Mr. Smith-Lucky, an incubus? If that was true that meant he was a demon. And if he was a demon that meant he was dangerous, but as I pictured his beautiful blue eyes that reminded me of summer skies, I couldn't even consider him as a threat to me. I just couldn't.

   Turning my head back to my door, I opened it and quickly stepped in before closing it behind me. I didn't want to see him right now. I leaned against the door for a moment as I thought about what classes I had today. Suddenly, I heard a door open out in the hall. I turned around and looked out through the peephole. I watched as Lucky closed his door and adjusted his tie. He turned his head towards my door and I felt an incredible urge to duck, as if he could somehow see me through the door. He took a step towards the door and slowly raised his hand to knock. His face looked empty, emotionless. But, his eyes were like a storm. A storm filled with raw emotion, sadness, anger, regret, confusion. Just looking into those eyes made me gasp. Right before his knuckles touched the wood, his hand dropped loosely to his side. I wanted to open the door and run into his arms. I wanted to hold him until that look seeped out of his eyes. It hurt me to see him like that, and I wasn't sure if I liked that or not. He lied to me. How could I know if he actually liked me or not? He just stood there staring at the door for a moment, before he slowly started to walk away.

   And I let him.

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   "Before you leave, make sure to suspend your paintings on the rack. Oh! And don't forget, go straight to your rooms after class. We have an unexpected guest today, so classes are cancelled." Mrs. Downey announced just before the bell rang. An unexpected guest? Why would they close school because of one person?

   "Damn, they must be pretty important," I heard a voice from behind me. I turned around and smiled at the black haired girl stood in front of me.

   "I know," I laughed. My eyes flicked down her outfit. Black high heels and dark skinny jeans framed her long legs. She was tall, definitely taller than me. The black leather jacket covering her purple shirt really topped off the outfit. Nikki had a great sense of style. She also had guts. The consequences for not wearing our uniforms were pretty bad, and she boldly walked around without it on. "You know, now that I think about it, it's probably the inspector." I hung my unfinished painting of a sunset on the rack and Nikki placed hers beside mine. I glanced down at my orange coated hands and stifled a chuckle. I was great at making a mess. My love life should've been proof of that.