His Guardian Demon

Chapter Seven

Thirty pairs of eyes turned to look at me and a hush fell over the room. The room was covered in math posters. Groups of four students all faced the front of the room. Only one group had two people in it.

A group of girls turned to each other and started whispering to each other before one of them turned back to me and smiled flirtatiously. She tried to wave me over, but I ignored her. I didn't have time for that bullshit. I had a job and I intended to do it, today if everything went as planned.

Most of the guys in the class looked terrified of me. I didn't blame them. I looked intimidating, what with my black piercings, black outfit, and "Don't even think about it" look on my face. Only two people dared to look at me, one blonde and the other brunette, smirks on their faces.

The man standing at the front of the room pushed his glasses up on his nose. "Hello. My name is Mr. Palmer. Would you like to introduce yourself to the class?" The man spoke in a monotonous voice.

"No. Where's my seat?"

Mr. Palmer frowned but didn't say anything. The two guys who were staring at me snickered and the rest of the class struggled to keep a straight face. Mr. Palmer pointed at the table with those two people and told me to sit down.

I sat down between the blonde and the brunette working on the sheet. I looked forward and tried to ignore the whispers of the blonde and the brunette. Mr. Palmer gave directions to the class and sat down at his desk.

"Hi, I'm Tyler Elms, but I go by Ty," the blonde said as he waved at me. His hair was spiked up at the front. His black glasses kept slipping down his nose. His blue eyes were bright, yet somehow dark at the same time. His blue shirt hugged his body, showing off his muscles a little.

"Hey, I'm Marcus Donner," the brunette said as he held his hand out for me to shake. This brunette had darker hair than the average brunette. He had a sharp look to his features, and his green eyes looked cold yet warm. Anyone could tell this guy was fit just by looking at him.

I hesitantly reached my hand out and shook his.

Marcus looked at me. " Ya know, I didn't get your name. What was it?"

I looked down at the worksheet placed on my desk before muttering, "Asher."

"Okay, Ash, the—

"Asher. Don't call me Ash."

Marcus looked taken aback by the harshness in my voice, but quickly composed himself. "Sorry. So, Asher, there's this party at Ty's house tomorrow night, wanna come?"

My hand stopped writing the equation I had to solve. My first and most favorable option was to say no, but my directions were to "blend in" as much as I could.

"Maybe," I said, not wanting to say yes or no. I turned over the paper and absentmindedly did the rest of the problems on the worksheet. I guess one bright side to doing this often was already knowing everything the school could teach you.

I stood up with my finished worksheet and turned it into the teacher. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Marcus walk over to another boy and whisper something to him. The other boy nodded, and Marcus gave Tyler a thumbs-up. 

I sat back down at my desk and took out my phone, putting my earbuds in and putting my playlist on shuffle. In the middle of "Ain't No Rest for the Wicked", I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was Tyler.

Of course it was.

"Did you hear about the weird kid that goes here yet?"

"What? In what way?"

Marcus leaned across Tyler and said, "His eyes are super weird. They're two different colors."

So they know my target. Good to know. 

"Yeah, and he always carries flowers and bottled water in his backpack," Tyler jutted in.

"He only focuses on school―"

"He doesn't have any friends―"

"And he has a notebook full of weird drawings," Marcus said. I couldn't help but notice how quiet the class had gotten. 

"I hope we get to see the Freak later if he didn't skip school again," Tyler said. 

I furrowed my brows. "Freak?"

Marcus laughed. "Yeah, Freak. It's our little nickname for him. Hey, I have an idea. Why don't you join us later? We can get him to do our homework for us." Marcus laughed again, but it wasn't a nice laugh, this laugh meant nothing good could possibly be coming.

They better not have hurt a single hair on his head, or by Satan―

The bell rang, and I looked back down at my schedule. Miss Norman, art, then Ms. Kissell for Human Geography followed by Mrs. Murphey, Mr. Joseph, and Mr. Dun.

This is going to be a long day.

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Chapter Seven!!! A little bit of a filler, a little bit of info you need to know.

Anyway, see you later!