Spawns of Satan

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Queena's POV

I was done with this shit. Huffing in annoyance, I walked away towards the men's shoe store. Then Amanda or whatever her name was stopped me. Again.
"You don't have to be so fucking rude! We just wanted to be friends!" She scoffed. I raised a brow.
"Really? You have been clenching your jaws and your smiles are clearly fake, I'm pretty sure you don't want to be my friend." I retorted as she turned red. 
"Well, I just want your number, we could hang out sometime?" Damien, I think his name was, asked. He was very handsome and got a nice build, I got chills when he talked which was strange. Ain't nobody gives Queena chills except Elsa herself! But I'm pretty sure he is a typical bad boy player.
"Look, I'm pretty sure you just want to get into my pants. Did you not hear when I said I have a boyfriend?" I said. A hurt expression crossed his face and he pouted.
"He means as friends." Oscar said.
I felt my face soften just a tiny bit, but I still managed to keep my face blank.
"Sorry, but I can't. Although you will see me around." I stated. Damien's eyes lit up at this.
     "Okay, later noobs." And with that, I left the mall. Without even getting to my my sunglasses...
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( • ~ •).

I drive home and set my keys on the living room table. Damien. I couldn't get him out of my mind. I was hard, and strange. I never had feelings for anyone, at all.
"Honey I'm home!" I yelled jokingly, my voice echoing the halls. No reply.
I entered my room to find Kingsley snuggled up in the bed sheets, his blonde hair tousled.
Quietly chuckling, I undressed and redressed into pajamas and buried myself in my bed. Waiting for tomorrow to come.
-------------The Next Day------------
"I love you." He whispered.
"I love you too." I whispered back. His dark brown eyes were filled with lust and love. He leaned in, I sunk into his chest and tilted my head up. Mine and Brendon Urie's lips were about to touch. About to.

Before a splash of cold water interrupted my perfect dream. Hey, don't judge, it's not rare that I have dreams like this. I bolted from my bed to strangle the dream blocker. Kingsley was on the floor laughing his ass off and I was sending him the most murderous glare.
"Oh that was priceless!" He choked on his breath. I gripped his ear and pulled him down to the gym, where we have our full on battle.
Roundhouse kick.
Dodge.
Left jab.
Block.
Now, I got a good hit to the thigh.
His fist made contact with my jaw.
Side kick.
Counter kick.
We were both using vampire speed, so all you could make out were blurs of to people fighting. Something caught my eye so I stopped and so did he.
"So Kingsley, ever heard of a cock-blocker?" I asked. Kingsley looked confused.
"Yeah. Isn't that when someone blocks two people from having-oomph!" I stopped him before he could finish his sentence...by throwing a wooden block, which was around the size of a brick, at the area where the sun don't shine. So, now he is groaning in pain. Strangely, this gym kept wooden blocks here.
I stepped over the moaning body on the floor and walked to my room and opened the closet doors. I pulled out a normal enough looking outfit, which was a pair of black leggings and a simple white long sleeve shirt. Kingsley miraculously was already changed and was wearing a black hoodie and black joggers. As you can see, our clothes are made of mostly fitness type clothing.
"Let's take our motorcycles." I suggested as we walked out the door. He only nodded since his mouth was stuffed with CoCo Puffs. The garage door opened and there was an array of cars from Lamborghini to Bugatti to Ford to Chevrolet trucks. But my eyes laid on the four Harley motorbikes. Kingsley' eyes lit up like a child on Christmas morning. Giddily, we both sprint towards the bikes and start admiring them. Their colors were black, blood red, white, and royal blue. I chose the royal blue one and plugged in the key which made the engine roar to life.
Kingsley got the black one and we rode off the streets. We didn't wear helmets, we didn't wear back packs. Nor did we even have school supplies. But we both wore wild grins of joy as the wind swept through our golden hair.
:::::::::::::::::At School:::::::::::::::::::
Kingsley's POV

     When we arrived at school, all the people were staring at us. Me and Queena got off our bikes and parked it next to each other. Queena ruffled her hair and I wrapped my arm around her shoulders. Most of the girls were batting their eyelashes and pulling down their crop tops as if they don't show enough. The guys were just staring either in admiration, or envy. We walked further in through the school halls and finally reached what looked like the receptionist's office.
     We entered and was greeted by a quite cheerful lady.
"Hi! Are you the new students? Isaac and Briana right? Well I'll print your time tables right now, dears. I hope you enjoy your time at Hawkins High!" She said with such enthusiasm that could encourage someone to each shit. Now that's a whole lot of enthusiasm.
"Thank you." Queena said with a slight smile.
      The lady handed us our schedules and right about time, the bell rang. Me and Queena had the same classes in everything but she had chorus and I had guitar as electives. When we entered, the humans and mutts were whispering about us. I pulled a chair for Queena and she gladly sat and I sat in my own seat. The bell rand again signaling that class has started. The teacher came in, looking like a hot mess.
"Good morning students! We have two new students, come up and introduce yourselves!" She gestured us to come to the front of the class.
      Queena and I dragged ourselves to the front. And scanned the students. I was the first to speak.
"'Sup, I'm Isaac Steel, this is Brianna Williams. We came from England, that's why we have accents." 
"Okay, any questions for these two?" The teacher asked. A girl in the front raised her hand. She twirled a strand of fake hair and looked at me with a 'seductive' face.
"Yes, are you single?" She giggled.
"Nope, he's taken, by me, sorry boys and girls." Said my twin. The girls glared at her and she smiled smugly.
"Alright, my name is Mrs. Locklair. You can go to your seats now." And with that, we headed back to our seats and started to zone off.
     I can feel a very interesting even about to happen. Boy, was it not pretty.