The Angel and her Demon

Two

Everyone in the class including me stared at him - Justin - as he just stood there for a while not saying a word.

He turned his head froms side to side probably looking for a new seat. And that's when I realized the only free seat was next to me.

He walked straight up to me, his hands stuffed in his pockets as he walked. I couldn't help but notice how low his pants were hanging, he should seriously pull those up.

"We meet again." He spoke and smirked as he plopped down in the chair next to me.

I just shrugged, not bothering to answer. I didn't even know if I'd be able to speak without stuttering. He just had that kind of an effect on me - he made me nervous.

He cocked his head to the side, his head turned to me. He still didn't take his shades off though - I wonder why.

"You know, it's rude not to answer people." He said, sounding clearly amused.

I rolled my eyes, fixing my stare at the front of the class where Mr.Brooks was explaining some math stuff. I heard Justin snicker at my right, and I turned my head to him.

His lips were curled up in the same wide smirk - he seemed to be smirking all the time.

"What?" I snapped, scrunching my eyebrows together in slight annoyance. On the other side Justin annoyed the crap out of me, but then again he scared me - yet interested me.

He seemed so different from other people in this school. And what happened earlier this morning was still fresh in my mind. What happened really bothered me, but I shook it off - it's probably nothing special anyways.

"Oh nothing, you just amuse me." He smirked, and twirled a strand of my hair around his finger. I felt my cheeks heat up and I jerked my head away from him, not wanting him to touch my hair.

His every action sent shivers down my back - I felt kind of alarmed everytime I was in his presence. Despite the fact that I first saw him this morning.

I tried my best to focus on my math work but Justin didn't make it any easier.He was constantly talking to me and playing with my hair and doing other stuff like that.

God, he's so annoying. Yet I can't help but feel like I want him. I blame his looks for that, I mean they are perfect- His sculpted jaw, smooth skin, plump lips- Stop it Ally. Stop it right now. You can't like this guy, you don't even know him.

"But you'd like to know me, wouldn't you?" Justin suddenly spoke up, snapping me out of my thoughts. What the hell? How did he know what I was thinking? This was getting creepy. I gave him a 'are you kidding' look, causing him to chuckle.

"In your dreams Justin." I snapped, causing some people to look at the two of us - including Mr.Brooks.

"What seems to be the problem Ms.Jones?" Mr.Brooks asked, looking at me and scrunched his eyebrows seeming annoyed. I muttered a quick sorry and he went back to teaching the class.

I turned my head to Justin was who chuckling a wide grin on his face. I shot him a annoyed glare, as he just chuckled amused. He's annoying yet interesting and - I must admit, he's hot too. Damn Ally, do you ever stop..?

"So you think I'm hot?" Justin chuckled, leaning closer to me. What bugged me was that he was still wearing those stupid shades, and also the fact that he seemed to read my thoughts. He just seems inhuman - but at the same time he seems human.

He's confusing.

"Do you ever take those shades off?" I asked, ignoring his words. Justin seemed tense up at the question and his lips pressed in a thin line.

After that, he said nothing, he didn't even once turn his head back in my direction. He just stared blankly to the front of the class, leaving me confused.

Why did he react like that when I asked him about his shades? I've never seen anyone wear shades inside. But I guess Justin's different on that too.

I saw him for the first time just an hour ago and there seems to be millions of things that are different about him. I sat there, hearing whispers around us, as girls glanced at me in pure jealousy.

Justin however didn't even seem to notice them, he just stared in front of him, like no one was there - like he was alone. I couldn't help but glance at him occasionally - his left arms was covered in tattoos and there were some on his right arms too.

Also, he had this small tattoo on his neck, although it looked more like a burn mark than a tattoo. It was black and in a shape of a cross that was upside down.

You could barely see it, but I was close enough to see it. The skin around the cross was a light shade of purple, like there was a bruise there.

Justin shifted a bit, he probably could feel my stare. Just then the bell rang, and Justin stood up from his chair. Before I could say another word, he had already leaned closer to me, his lips brushing against my ear as he spoke.

"You shouldn't think that much of who I am shawty, it may be dangerous." His voice was extremely low and raspy. It was different each time he spoke but one fact remained - the cold tone in it never left. It was always there, sometimes more noticeable than other times.

He scared me - his words scared me. His words rang through my head as Justin shot me one last smirk before turning around and walking out of the class.

'You shouldn't think that much of who I am' That just makes me think of him more - of what he is, that is.