The Devil Wears Skinny Jeans

Chapter 4: Classrooms and Claws

Abaddon walked into his fourth period and casually walked to the back of the classroom. Mystery girl was in this class, he flashed her a smile and she rolled her eyes. Eyes turned to him every other minute, trying and failing to be subtle, mostly female, some male, but those had a different look in them.

The boy next to him also stared, but with a very different look. Abaddon sense it was fear mixed with awkwardness and confusion. The stare came from a short skinny boy with long brown hair and blushy cheeks.

Abaddon was a fan of anyone who let him feel dominant. "Hey" he said with a cool nod. The boy smiled awkwardly and turned away.

The teacher was chubby and dressed oddly. Lots of polkadots and clunky jewelry. The kids liked her for the most part, but they thought she was a little lame. Abaddon on the other hand could see right through her, he had met many of her type in hell. He assumed she likely had either a gambling problem or was super kinky. She told everyone to partner up and work on a study guide. Abaddon turned to his awkward partner. "What's your name?" he asked

"Turner" he said fidgeting with his fingers. "I'm Abaddon" he said holding out his hand. This surprised Turner, most people their age wouldn't use a handshake. He returned the handshake but added "I know... everyone knows your name around here. All the girls already have it written in their binders with hearts." He said with a tinge of annoyance that was hard to read.

Abaddon chuckled at that. "Do people seriously still do that?" and they both shared a chuckle. He could tell that Turner had become a bit more comfortable.

They talked a bit more until Turner's smile faded a little. "You probably shouldn't be talking to me if you want to maintain your popularity." Abaddon was puzzled by this.

"Why? You act and dress pretty normally. You're attractive. Why don't you fit in?" The comment made Turner blush and turn away.

"People think I'm gay..." he said expecting the conversation to end quickly.

Abaddon was naturally unphased. "Are you?" he asked casually.

Turner reddened even more, nearly hunched over his desk.

"What... I mean... what do you care?" he said defensively.

Abaddon chuckled on the inside but on the outside he just shrugged. "You're right, I don't care... but uh last time I checked... gay people need friends too, and I can talk to whoever I want." He said with a smile.

Turner was still pretty flustered but he smiled too. "Cool" he said. They exchanged numbers for texting and the period passed by quickly.