Howling Badboy

Little Encounter

I flowed in with the rest of the bustling of starving demons into the lunchroom. Where's Poppy? That's when I remembered she was signed out for the rest of the week. Oh my bloody God! She's not here! I thought frantically.

Poppy was my only friend and protecter against Serin and his score of demons. Without her I was as good as gone. Wandering over to an empty table, I sat down avoiding everyone. Yeah, I'm pretty antisocial. People make me feel uncomfortable and the center of attention. I hate attention. I hate it so much.

"Look at who we have here, it's Pilla. All by herself." Serin came up with his demons in tow. Everyone turned to look at us, waiting for some excitement. Forks stopped forking, spoons stopped spooning, and everybody gave us their full attention. If only they paid this much attention in class. I thought to myself.

"I don't get why you don't die already. I mean, I honestly don't understand. You're useless. You're ugly. You're stupid. You are a nothing." He spat in my face. "Knock it off Serin." I muttered starring down at the top of the table.

One of the doors opened in the lunchroom, and the attention diverted for a second before back on us. I didn't dare move my eyes off the table, "What was that cow? You wanted to speak? Look at me when I'm talking to you." Serin snarled. He grabbed my hair forcing me to look at him.

"Why don't you just die? Answer it." He spat. I shrugged my shoulders, "I feel so graced that you took the time out of your lunch period to talk to me. I stay alive cause I can, Serin. Boom the answer to the world." I smirk through the pain in the head. He lets go, and smirks at me as well.

Uh oh, the calm before the storm. I thought. I was right. He punched me hard in the face, knocking me out of my chair, and  I cried out as my head hit the floor painfully. Him and his demon crew started to kick me while I was on the floor. Kick one. Kick two. I started counting, because it usually takes seventeen before they stop.

I closed my eyes at two, waiting for it to stop, but knowing that it won't anytime soon. That's when I heard a ear splitting roar. I didn't feel the kicks anymore, not the pause before each kick either. I opened my eyes a peek to see Serin looking astonished. I opened my eyes more to see Dakota shouting at one of the demons.

His leather jacket rippled across his chest and dark jeans. Who cares about that though? He saved me. And boy would I feel those last fifteen kicks at the soul sucking pit.

Serin shook out of his daze, "What's wrong, man? Were we not rough enough? That can gladly change just say yes." Serin said smoothly. I tried to crawl away, key word: tried. One demon notices my futile attempt to escape the torture chamber, and ripped me to standing position. He yanked to hard and I let out a cry in pain. Dakota spins around, but I look away before I make eye contact. "Let her go, now! Or I'll tear every last one of you to shreds. Don't think I won't." He heaved out.

Wow, he was mad! I shivered in fear, and the guy holding me released me quickly. I crumbled to the lunchroom floor, in pain of course. Serin glared at me, "It's not over, Pilla." He spat my name like poison and stalked away with the demons.

"Are you alright? You don't need to go to the nurse do you?" Dakota knelt down asking me. "I'm good." I grumbled. He helped me up, and those shocks were flying up my arm again. What the heck is wrong with the static today's?!

"There's nothing to look at!" He shouted and the lunch bustled once more. "Who was that guy?!" That question made me relax. He didn't know I lived with him thanks god. "Just an arrogant buttface. He's nobody really." I shrugged my shoulder and winced from one of the bruises there.

Dakota's eyes seemed to get darker, if that was possible. "What's wrong?" He said lowly. I widened my eyes," Gotta go! T-Thanks!" and with that I rushed to the only class I love in the SSP(soul sucking pit).