Descendants Of Darkness [Under MAJOR Reconstruction]

Chpt.4~Sluts,Jocks,and Demons Don't Mix

Chpt.4~Sluts,Jocks and Demons Don't Mix

WARNING:Chapter might have a little smut at the end. Actually no,let me tell you now. There will be smut,and vulgar language in this story. Can't handle it? I suggest you stop reading.

Just a heads up :)

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*Next Day-Morning*

The sound of a metal spoon hitting a frying pan,reverberated through the warehouse.

"Wakey,wakey,children! It's time to learn!" The voice of Rex,screamed.

"Ungh,"I groaned and tried to sit up,only to have an arm,that was already securely wrapped around my waist,tug me back down.

I looked down at the couch we had,apparently,fell asleep on and saw Nathan lying behind me. Max was sprawled out on the floor and Jason was watching T.V. You already know what Rex was doing.

"Fünf Minuten, (Five Minutes)"Max grumbled (A/N:I also know German :P. Believe it or not.)

"Stop trying to talk German to the Australians!" Rex yelled,he then whispered to Max,"You'll insult them."

As if we couldn't hear. How the hell does that even make any sense?

"Nathan,"I grumbled,"Let go."

He pulled me tighter to his chest,and mumbled some incoherent words about...chickens?

"Let go,I'm not a teddy bear,"I said,weakly trying to get out of his grasp.

"No,you're my teddy bear,"he said a little clearer.

"You,"Rex pointed at Nathan,"need an education. Now get up before I beat you with my spoon."

It was almost scary how serious he sounded.

"I've done it before Nathan. You need a recap?"he held the spoon up,menacingly.

Nathan reluctantly let go and sat up,rubbing his eyes. His soft,black hair was sticking up in all places and his icy blue eyes,were dull with sleepiness.