The detention room

Job Rush

I parked and straightened my pants. Ugh I hate this work uniform. It was a bit too tight for comfort. I kept Lucifers jacket on because, well, it's warm and smells nice.
(Holy crap almost 130 reads what the hell)
My co worker Allie looked me up and down, then wiggled her brows.

"Eh eh eh did someone get lucky?" She bumped shoulders with me and I pushed her lightly.

"Who? Me? Have you gone mad?" She laughed a little

"With pants like that, you must be irresistible. I still don't know why you chose to wear the male uniform.."
Because I have scars and cuts on my legs...
I shrug and walk over to the shirts that need to be hung up.

"Pants are more comfortable to me. "
Gurl no
Be quiet.
Allie leaned on the counter.

"Did you go to a party?" I look over my shoulder at her.

"Maybe. "
She gasped.

"You totally did!! Whose party?"

"Luce's" I mutter.

"What?"

"The Novaks. "

"WHAT??!!" She squealed "The famous Novaks? How'd YOU get invited??"

I passed off her comment because i knew she meant no harm. I could see where she was coming from at least. She hopped onto the counter.

"Spill. " she ordered. I sighed and hung one more up. I told her all she wished to know. My phone buzzed. I looked at it.

Satan: heyheyheyheyheyheyheyhey

I sighed again and turned my phone off. Sliding it into my- er Lucifers jacket pocket, I felt Allies piercing eyes on me.

"Whaat." I groaned slightly, turning back to the shirts.

"Who texted you?" She asked curiously.

"uh um uh lucifernovak" I spluttered for a second then sped through my words.
"Lucifer Novak!" She exclaimed, and would have spit out her drink if she had one.
"Give it."
"What.?"
"Give me your phone!"
"What no!"
"Gimme!" She wrestled it out of my hand and held it out of reach as she unlocked it.
Mental note: take Allie out of the fingerprints.
She tapped and typed as I got nervous.
"Tada!" She flourished, giving my phone back. I snatched it, embarrassingly, and I read the text she sent.

Me: hey wanna meet up at the diner with me and my friend? You can bring your brothers if you want. 

I watched in horror as the three little, terrifying, dots appeared.

Satan: sure.

Mkay so I'm a little shit and haven't updated in a long long while. So long in fact that the story is at 152 reads. Remember the top? "Almost 130 reads.."?

Anyway what do you all think about Allie?

Well. Hehe. I have another part right after this but it's a tag so yeah. Whelp.
Hugs and kisses,
-Mika :3