A cupid, a seemingly impossible task, and hormones! Why can't humans just make things easier?
warning: contains mature language and maybe mature themes.
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He was finally here and would finish his assignment quickly. The target was one named "Ashton Quinn" or something like that, he couldn't remember. He walked through the crowded hallway, and suddenly his phone rang. After quickly answering it, his ears deeply regretted answering, "Jackkkk! I heard you took the assignment I got last week!" Oh god it was HER. "Not talking? Oh well, see you at our date later!"
"Date?! Not in your wildest drea-," I was cutoff as she hung up.
A little later, he took a long look around the school hallway; some dumb sluts were staring at him lustfully. Fake boobs, push up bras, and 7 million layers of makeup. That's all they were. He scoffed, refusing to be here long, and he reached into his backpack that he was forced to wear for the job. While he was grabbing a file a chick seemingly appeared out of nowhere next to him. She giggled, "Aw, who are you, handsome?" one of the chicks spoke to him. She reaked of STDs, well, if they were possible to smell.
"Jack, uhh, Cambrell," he said to the chick and she giggled then got close to his ear.
"Hot," she moaned into his ear. He was desperate to leave already. "So how do you like your sex?" she whispered in his ear, and then she dared to grope his crotch. He pushed her violently away, her body hitting the floor with a loud thunk. Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at the source of the sound; this is why he hated humans.
"He touched me!" the chick screamed as a teacher suddenly entered the room.
"Ashlynn stop molesting random guys and go to the office immediately!" she frowned and flipped her hair, striding off to the direction of the office. The teacher turned to him, "Go to the office as well and keep your hands to yourself." Yup, this school could definitely benefit from a fire or two. With everyone in it.
As he slowly walked to the school office, the bell finally rang and the students cleared. He opened the door to the office, being immediately greeted with the smell of cigarettes. Disgusting. The office ladies didn't even glance at him as he walked to the door that said "Principal Daniel Estiel." Before he could grab the door handle, the door burst open. The chick from earlier stomped out with her makeup running, and boy did she deserve it.
He stepped into the dark room, "Already in trouble I see?" a deep voice called to him. The chair behind the desk whipped around to reveal a middle aged man with brown, heavily greyed hair. This was this hell's leader, Principal Estiel. Jack sat down at a chair in front of the desk, "Mr. Cambrell, tell me why you are here on your first day?" The principal asked, pacing around the room. Jack just stared at him; he reached for his backpack and carefully tucked it out of sight.
The principal immediately noticed, "What's in that backpack?" Jack quickly responded with "None of your business" and the principal narrowed his eyes. "Give that bag to me now or I will call your parents," he threatened, a nasty smirk plastered on his face. Jack shook his head frantically; afterall he didn't have human parents. The principal rushed closer and snatched the backpack away from him. "Alright kid what drugs are you hid-" he pulled out a gun from the bag. His eyes wide as he stared at Jack, "I said you wouldn't want to see my bag." The principal reached for his desk phone to call 911, "wait I can explain!" he pleaded. The principal stared at him waiting for his excuse, "I'm what you humans call a "cupid" and we don't use bows to make people fall in love. We use guns, and I'm here for work purposes!" he spilled, panicked.
The principal started laughing darkly, "Oh really? Then I'm going to keep this and you are going to get out of my office right this second."The next thing he knew, he was standing outside of the room with his backpack on the floor next to him. Shit. He needed that gun to do his assignment! Looking down, at least he had his file, and he could always steal his gun back. The bell rang, 3rd period began, and he grumbled all the way through the hallway of hell.
author note: sorry I haven't updated anything, I will hopefully post this weekend. The drawing at the top I traced over in the computer but I drew it obviously using pencil and paper. Sorry the drawing isn't good or colored. If the picture is too big, sorry it scans in weird on my computer
