Mickaela Gage: Demon Hunter

Chapter 6

School was never the same it seemed like. Even Lockert decided to leave me alone, or at least for the few days we were back in school. There was a funny thing, I saw Dastan more. It wasn't like I never saw him since his locker was next to mine. It was like he was almost following me to school, and in school. I would have liked if I knew why he was following me.

Since the incident in the alleyway with some person, thing, named Isaac, I've been thinking about who was standing over me when I woke up on some sort of cement. I was starting to think I was almost being transplanted into some demon story. I shook my head as I finished placing my books in my locker. No, demons, vampires, espers, none of that exist.

"So, Mickaela, what are you doing this weekend?" I heard a voice ask me as I rearranged my books, making them stand at my will. I tried not to think of where I've heard that voice before. I shook my head as I closed my locker to face him.

"Nothing much," I said. I never know what I do for the weekend. I am not like the rest of the school where I could travel out of country or state for the weekend. I've never been much out of my hometown. Mom and I just never had the money to do any of that.

"You want to see if we could hang out? I mean, I'm not going anywhere and I would like to hang out with you."

I bowed my head a little as I thought. Mom hated it when I told her I was friends with guys. She could shit bricks if I told her one wanted to hang out with me. She's always down my back about how guys will do anything to get what they want and then throw you away. Only half of that was my mother.

My mom was only eighteen when she had me. She was with his boy, Andre Kerwin, and he got what he wanted. Or that's how my mother told me. Before I was born, there were rumors. Ones that said he died before I was born. Others were that he was in prison. Either way, I've developed a deep hate for my own father.

"It all depends. Do you want a lecture if you meet my mother?" I asked. I was more worried about Dastan getting the fifth than what we would do when we "hung out".

Dastan chuckled. "If she is anything like my Uncle Isaac, I think I'll be okay."

"Sounds great," I said. My heart pounded. It was the first time I've had a guy take any kind of interest in me if there wasn't some motive behind it.

I can't explain it well. When I am around guys, even girls, I can tell when they are plotting something. It's like a feeling I get when they talk to me. It's like when they talk to me. I can almost feel their heartbeat get faster. It's almost like I knew what they think. It's harder with adults. I can only sometimes tell if they lie or plot something. It's hit or miss with someone who is significantly older than me. I can definately tell with anyone who is about the same age and younger than me. As weird as it sounds, I think I have a super power.

"Alright, you wanna meet somewhere?" he asked.

I thought for a moment. I wanted to be kind of close to home without being close to home. Dastan didn't need to know just how much of a scholarship student I am. As far as Dastan knows, I am one of them, a rich kid.

"How about the fountain in the square?" I asked. It was close enough to home and he'd never know...unless he heard some of the rumors. One of them was I was living in a dumpster and my mother was a stripper.

"Sounds good, I can't wait," he said as he stepped away for his next class.

"Yeah," I said as I gripped the edges of my blazer, hoping he wouldn't know about my growing excitement.

I turned from him in my next class. Dastan was different from the other guys I knew, even Trevor and Kurt. He was just different. He still sounded familiar. Where have I heard his voice before besides in school? I know for a fact it wasn't near my place. I would never let anyone follow me so they knew where I lived and could hold it against me.