His Guardian Demon

Chapter Thirteen

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It's almost the last class of the day. I had shown up to Mr. Joseph's class, English, in the middle of his lesson, but no one said a word as I took my seat and proceeded to draw on my paper instead of doing the assignment. 

I could have just stayed at home, but there was something I wanted to see. Or rather, someone.

I entered Biology and felt an emotion which I can only describe as uncontrollable rage pump through my veins when I locked eyes with Marcus. My back itched, the tell-tale sign my wings are trying to pop out. I tensed my back and hoped no one noticed anything.

I really need to get this taken care of, and fast.

Marcus saw me tense and must have taken it as a sign of aggression because he flinched and looked away. I forced myself to keep walking past him and sit down next to Winnie. I noticed there was no evidence of his injuries on his pale skin.

Winnie caught me staring and wrote something on a piece of paper, sliding it over to me once he finished.

'Makeup'

My mouth made an 'o' shape as I pulled out my papers and the drawings we made yesterday. I looked up at the board containing the lesson plan before immediately putting them back. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Winnie stiffen. I looked up and glared at Tyler as he tried to come closer, making him freeze in place. He suddenly grinned at me. "Asher, my man, you missed a fun tradition yesterday!"

It didn't take an idiot to know what he was talking about.

I stood up from my seat and fixed my posture so I was towering over him. Now, Tyler isn't a short person, and neither is Marcus for that matter. But their 6'1" frame didn't compare to all 6 feet and 8 inches of my height. I saw Tyler visibly gulp as he craned his neck in a desperate attempt to make eye contact. I grabbed the collar of his shirt tightly and leaned down next to his ear as I seeped venom into each word I said to him.

"One, I am not your 'man', nor am I your 'buddy', 'bro', or 'friend'. Don't talk to me like that ever again. Two, I do not want to hang out with you or your idiot counterpart. Ever. So fuck off," I finished and roughly shoved him away from me. I sat back down and noticed the class was uncharacteristically quiet. I snapped my head up and glared around the room. "What?"

The room's typical noise continued. I felt a few glares sent my way, so I raised my head again and met Marcus's glare with my own. He looked away after a few moments. 

Shortly after, Mr. Dun walked into the classroom and began the review of everything we learned so far.

"So I'm guessing we have to work on our projects out of class," Winnie said as we began to pack up our stuff since the bell to go home was going to ring in two minutes.

"Yeah, or maybe he's just worried about our upcoming test," I said as I zipped my backpack closed.

Winnie giggled. "More like he's worried about our two favorite morons," Winnie said with a teasing tone in his voice as he ripped a page out of his notebook.

I looked to my right slightly and saw Tweedle-Dum and Tweedle-Dee staring at Winnie, each with a glare on his face. I smirked at them, knowing they heard his comment. I turned back to Winnie and asked, "So when do you want to work on it?"

Winnie shrugged and handed me the torn piece of paper. "I don't know, I'm kinda busy tomorrow, but if you think of a time just text me. That's my phone number on the paper," he explained.

I nodded, stuffed the paper in my pocket, and followed Winnie outside. Before we parted ways, I grabbed his hand and wrote my phone number on the back of it. With a nod in Winnie's direction, I walked to my car with my hands in my pocket, right fingertips brushing the paper. I pulled the door open and was about to get in when a hand slammed down on the hood. I looked at the hand and the arm it was connected to. Eventually, that arm led to a face, a face I wanted to immediately punch.

I wanted to roll my eyes but settled for a glare instead. "Fuck off."

Marcus didn't listen and flashed a smile at me. "Oh come on, I just want to talk."

"I don't." I pushed his hand off my car and got in. He was smart enough to get out of the way as I pulled out of the parking space. I felt his stare as he watched me drive away.

I pulled out my key and opened the door, throwing my backpack off to the side and walked into the kitchen. 

It looks like Domi isn't home yet.

I couldn't help but roll my eyes at the fruit bowl on the counter I hadn't noticed before. I briefly wondered what else Domi bought as I picked up an apple. I heard a scratching sound come from my right. I walked over and opened the back door, immediately being tackled by the big ball of fluff. I grunted as my wings painfully hit the floor. Storm rushed over to my dropped apple and began to eat it. 

I sighed and stood up, grabbed another apple and began to look for a bag of dog food. I may not know a lot, but I know eating human food constantly isn't good for dogs. Okay, maybe I did a little research once I realized Domi wasn't going to get rid of her. I glanced at Storm as she swiped her tongue around her mouth. 

I grabbed my keys and was about to shut the front door behind me again when Storm jumped off the porch and ran to sit beside my car. I rolled my eyes, shut the door(making sure to lock it), and let Storm into the backseat. She laid down and took up over half the space. I pulled out of the driveway and began my quest.

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Okay, Chapter Thirteen done! Let me know what you think!