High School Is For Kids

Chapter 7

Are you listening? Good. It's been two days since your last visit officers. Where was I? Ah! Election week.

The whole thing really would have gone on without a hitch. To be honest, I was kept out of the loop as to what Miguel really had in mind. I just did what I was told and never questioned any of it.

Until the first body was found.

Initial investigations revealed that she was strangled to death. How and why were the two questions that never got answers. Stranger, no one knew who she was. Even stranger, she was found in the top floor bathroom.

And now my first confession: I set part of that crime scene up. Truth be told, she had her soul drained from her by Paul two weeks ago and my job was to plant the body in said bathroom. With Paul and Olivia's mentoring, I learned how to use telekinesis to do my deed. They praised me for the fact that I was able to grasp it so quickly, with Olivia even giving me – never mind, you know how she toward me by this point.

Draining one's soul makes the body look like it was strangled to death so no one would suspect anything supernatural (or so we thought). This incident put a dent in Churchill's campaign but it wasn't enough to dissuade the majority from voting him.

Which brings me to my second confession: I was responsible for his downfall. Since his class trusts me, they didn't suspect anything. In fact, it was Churchill himself who invited me to one of their meetings and there I learned everything. Long story short, they're every bit as dirty as any politician. From under-the-table dealings to outright brainwashing, they did everything to ensure victory. What they didn't know was a bug that I planted underneath their table that recorded everything that occurred in the office. The best part? It recorded an act of sex between Churchill and one of the girls in the class. It broke my heart when I found out it was the same girl who greeted me by the door when I first came to the class. We had become friends ever since.

When the tapes were released for the public to consume, everyone ate it up. While Churchill executed damage control, since it involved someone I cared about, I had to confront Miguel.

They had set-up a make-shift office where the chemistry lab used to be. Paul and Olivia were busy with paperwork while Trixie seemed to be mixing up another batch of her bombs. Miguel sat at his desk, seemingly expecting me.

"I want to guess why you're here and not out there." He began, sounding rather smug. "But judging from what just happened, it's about her, isn't it?"

"Leave her out of this." I said, restraining my anger. "Better yet, save her."

"Her name's Patricia, by the way." He didn't even pay me any mind. "Did you know that?"

"I don't care!"

"That's the spirit." He flicked a pen then pointed it at me. "You shouldn't. Remember kid, you're one of us now."

Without thinking, I tried to punch him. But my fist was being held back by a very powerful force that I could not overcome.

"What is your true purpose for coming to this world?"

"Kid," Miguel took a sip of water from a nearby cup, "we're demons. But I get it, you don't understand. You've only recently become part of our ranks. Give it time. But for now. . ."

He waved his hand and I was completely overcome by the same force that held my fist. "You hate your landlord, right? You may not always pay on time but when you do pay up, not a cent is missing correct?"

Third confession: Yes, I killed my landlord. When I got home, he confronted me per usual since it's the day to pay the rent. I tossed him aside using my telekinetics and. . . honestly, I blacked out as I kept punching him. Next thing I knew, I wake up in my bed.

"Good morning, my little boy."

I wasn't surprised that Olivia was there, I was surprised by the fact that she was only wearing boxers. JUST BOXERS.

"In case you're curious, I always wear boxers and I'm only like this since it's rather hot at the moment. And no, nothing happened between us last night. I didn't feel like it."

She gave me a breakfast in bed as she slid her way down to my crotch and did her thing. "Did you sleep well?"

"I-I'm not sure, actually."

"That's fine. Don't worry about your landlord, we've replaced him. As for you, you have the day off."

She suddenly became aggressive towards my tool until I couldn't hold it in.

She came up to my face after the fact. "I'll be taking care of you today."

Suffice to say, I never expected to last as long as I did. Was it 12 hours? Or 14? She said it's one of the perks of being a demon. As we sat on bed all cuddled up, I asked her again.

"What does your group really intend to do here?"

She buries her face in the pillow. "I don't know. I'm better at following orders than actually being a succubus."

I sighed. "I see."

"Another round?" she asked.

"Sure."