I didn't get in trouble. I didn't allow myself to. With the wave of my hand my deeds were forgotten so I simply left with a clean slate.
I turned on my phone, pulling up the contact labeled "Huey".
This was the name I chose for Ichigo. It was a fitting nickname for a simple phone contact.
"They don't have shit on me." I typed. "I can get away with murder LOL"
There wasn't a response. Which I found odd since he was always on his phone.
I shrugged it off and continued my journey back to class.
~~~
Amber walked beside me on the track for gym. I had one headphone in my ear as we talked, music blasting through my bones.
"Hey Kuki?" Amber called.
"Yeah?" I replied.
I looked at her, turning my music down.
"Ichigo told me something about you. But...I don't know if it's true."
"Go on..."
She looked up at me and then took a deep breath.
"Kuki are you the devil?" She asked.
I was shocked. He actually told her. It made me wonder who else could possibly know now.
Shit.
"Yes...I am." I admitted. "Who else knows?"
"Just me and him..." She stated.
I looked away from her as her eyes continued to stare.
I didn't know why I felt so ashamed. I didn't know why I couldn't look her in the eyes.
"So all those jokes you made...you were actually serious?" She asked.
"Yes...are you mad?" I whispered.
Amber sighed, a small smile spreading across her lips. Her hand rested on the top of my head, petting my hair.
"No...I can't be mad at my friend."
I returned her smile and leaned into her caring touch.
"Thank you Amber."
"Of course." She giggled. "Now what kind of freaky stuff can you do?"
"Basically anything." I laughed.
"Can you make that guy trip?" She asked.
"Hell yeah." I grinned.
With the wave of my hand, my eyes glowing red, the boy in front of us suddenly fell and landed face first.
Amber let out soft giggles that made my chest thump and my mouth to grow into a smile.
At least I had her.
There was suddenly a vibration in my right pocket. I continued on my way as I checked my phone.
But I stopped.
The number was unknown. The person unknown. Just a simple text.
I don't like you.
Well bitch join the club.
I scoffed under my breath, anger but mostly confusion on my features.
"Who was this?" I thought.
~~~
Message after message.
There were threats. Name calling. Each word this person threw my way I added a rebuttal.
With each word typed with my fingers, they only seemed to aggravate them more.
In a sick sort of way I couldn't help but enjoy this. I missed tormenting the living. But what evaded me was the identity of the one behind the screen.
How did they even get my number?
This entire charade would go on and on for the entire weekend. However it was only a few separate occasions when I would receive these messages. I was ready for them though each time they came.
I told Amber about the messages but she had no clue about them. I would message Ichigo about it but I wouldn't get a reply half the time.
So I gave up.
That Monday morning I found myself in class with Ichigo and Aki, bored out of my wits. There hadn't been any more messages since yesterday.
"Hey Kuki?" Aki called. "You Ok? You look kinda down."
I looked over at my friend and chuckled a bit.
"Nothing I can't handle." I stated. "But does it show?"
"Just a bit. But whats going on?"
I swerved in my chair, facing him. I fixed my glasses up over the bridge of my nose and sighed.
"Some weirdo got my number and has been harassing me all weekend." I stated.
"You're kidding...and you don't know who they are?" Aki questioned.
"Not a damn clue." I shrugged.
Something was off as a spoke. A feeling I couldn't quite put my finger on was consuming my soul. My eyes averted to Ichigo. He was typing away on his phone, a usual sight for this class. But this was different.
Something wasn't right and I knew it.
I turned back to Aki and continued.
"I'm not going to get involved in some child's antics...think I'm gonna report them to the cops of it continues." I stated.
Ichigo kept typing. I didn't look but I swear I felt his eyes on me.
"Well do what you gotta do Kuki. Just be careful." Aki said.
"I always am." I replied.
~~~
The cafeteria was noisy. I was already in a pissed off mood. This feeling in my stomach that I couldn't quite shake.
Something was off. Something was coming.
I lost my appetite and pulled out my phone. There were no messages which I was thankful for. Only notifications for my Wattpad.
Hell yeah I read. Fuck off.
I began to read quietly. A random story I found interesting.
The noise was drowned out by each word. My worries began to vanish. But before I could smile I was snapped back to reality with a single touch. It wasn't much, it was a simple poke with a pointer finger. However I could feel the urgency behind it against my skin.
"Hey you! Are you Kuki?"
I turned to a girl with frizzy red hair. She wore round glasses over her fair skin and she looked...rather upset.
"I'm Kuki...who are you?" I questioned.
"I'm Meniu's friend! Why are you trying to get my friend in trouble with the cops?!" The girl exclaimed.
That girl had friends? Like people who actually liked her for who she was?
Now that's insane.
But...She was the one who was harassing me? How did She even get my number?
"I'm pretty Damn sure she told you about how she said she wanted to fight me and how much she doesn't like me." I spat. "She made threats and won't leave me alone...I have every Damn right to do it. Instead of being an instigator maybe you should actually be a good friend and talk your friend out of picking fights with a stranger like a child."
I let out a huff.
That was alot.
Amber and Aki stared at me as they sat beside me.
"Holy shit..." Aki whispered.
The girl glared for a moment, then retreated back to her table. There standing and watching me from afar was Meinu, her cold eyes baring into mine. Ichigo sat completely oblivious beside her, chatting away.
He soon got up, making his rounds to speak to his other friends. But when he got to our table, I stood. Without a word I grabbed his hand, not another thought crossing my mind.
I was too angry to care about my passion for him.
"What the Hell is going on Ichigo!?" I growled.
When I stopped he had this look on his face. His eyes were wide as if he was shocked from my forwardness and he had a bit of a grin on his face, but it disappeared when my harsh words crashes down on him.
"I don't know." He answered.
That was a lie.
I'm the damn devil I know when someone is lying.
"Ichigo you are the only one she knows who has my number. You were texting her about what I said to Aki this morning. You're helping her!" I shouted.
"I didn't! I don't know whats going on!" He yelled back. "Don't shout at me!"
I grabbed him by the collar, pulling him close to me. My eyes were glowing red, the reflection seen in His own wide orbs.
"Ichigo...swear to me." I whispered.
"No." He stated.
"Then you're goddamn lying to me!!!"
Before he could say a word, the girl from earlier swept him away by his hood.
And like that he was gone.
My world.
My heart.
My soul.
Gone.
My body felt weak and was trembling. My eyes began to well up with years that I couldn't hold back with my mortal body. My legs darted into a sprint outside the cafeteria doors.
In a dark corner I sat alone. Holding my knees to my chest, I buried my face into them. I let out my silent cries that seemed to soothe my aching heart.
It was official. I lost.
Meinu won. She gets Ichigo's heart and I don't.
That thought made the tears come in waves. The Earth shook with my rage. The sky would grow dark with an incoming storm. The earthquake was enough to terrorize some, but not cause any damage.
But it wasn't the lightening or the thunder that made me eventually look up. It was a tap on my shoulder.
A man stood before me. He had midnight blue hair, half of it shave off on one side. He had piercings on his skin and a tattoo that started from his cheek down to his neck. Despite the overall edgy look he had, he had a kind face. It was one that read worry and concern.
He sat beside me, his hand on my shoulder.
"Are you ok?"((Sorry this took so long! Hope you all enjoyed! Who is this new boy?! Has Meniu really won Ichigo's heart?! And when will Andeddo return?! Don't forget to vote and comment! Thank you all!))
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When the Devil Fell in Love
Romance((CURRENTLY UNDER EDITING!!!!!)) The title says it all. My tale of romance isn't exactly what you would call Prince charming riding on a white horse. More like...stepping on glass and having your feet bleed out. This story will contain adult content...