Angelic Affairs

SEVEN

I slept surprisingly peacefully, but I woke up at 9:00AM. I didn't rush to get to school, I simply taped my wings to my stomach and got dressed. I really should've bought myself another belt by now, it was much more effective and less painful.

Priorities I guess.

I threw on some jeans and a black t-shirt, leaving my apartment and heads to school. Once I arrived, after stealing a wallet or two, I realized that it was second period French. The hallways were flooded as students struggled to get to their next class. I was looking straight ahead when someone bumped into me.

I looked down just in time to see the black haired girl from yesterday fall. I grabbed her arm impossibly fast and pulled her back up. Her face met my chest and she looked up at me, astonished and awe-struck.

She was about 5'7" so that put her at my collarbone. She looked up at me and I became aware of our close proximity when I smelled her minty breath. She seemed to notice too and stepped back.

"Uh, thanks, sorry bout that." She stuttered, looking away from me. I smirked as she fumbled awkwardly. Her face was oddly angular, as if she hadn't eaten properly in a while.

"Just watch where you're going next time." I snapped even though I found her awkwardness adorable. It was almost like a reflex, being mean to people. I hid my smirk by covering it up with a frown.

"Excuse me? I'd like to inform you, that you were the one who bumped into me." She declared, crossing her arms. She glared up at me and I thought, kitten's got claws. Roar.

"Mm no, I'm pretty sure I'm right." I said, shrugging nonchalantly. She continued to glare at me as I remained impassive.

"Well from down here, I can actually see what's happening, so." She retorted, unravelling her arms and clenching her fists at her side. She didn't have any binders, making me curious as to where she was going.

You could just read her mind, you know.

Yes, but that's an invasion of privacy, I thought.

"I should've let you fall..." I muttered, running a hand through my hair agitatedly.

"Yeah, you should've, I don't need you to catch me." She scowled. A few people in the hallway had stopped to watch and I sighed.

"Whatever, have fun falling." I walked past her, bumping her with my shoulder purposely, but a lot harder than I'd intended to. I heard her fall to the floor behind me with a grunt and this time I focused on her thoughts.

Damn, stupid piece of crap is gonna make me late for drama class. Could he not just apologize? It's really not that hard. I apologized and he just had to make it a big deal. Stupid perfect haired boys and their drama. He really didn't need to bump into me, not so hard at least, geez, that's going to leave a bruise for sure. I really-

I stopped listening and ran a hand down my face, sighing. It takes a lot of concentration to listen in on someone's thoughts, therefore I probably looked really weird standing still in a busy hallway with my eyes shut. I had a red binder in my hand and it contained my schedule. I opened it and checked my next class: Drama.

When the fuck did I sign up for drama? Jesus.

I turned back around and headed to the drama class. I've been here two months and I don't remember taking drama. Granted, I might've skipped it every other time.

"Ah, you must be the famed Gabriel, how nice of you to grace us with your presence after two months." The teacher announced as I entered the class, late.

"Are you a drama teacher or an English professor?" I asked him rhetorically, rolling my eyes.

Nice one, son. I heard my father laughing. I wondered where he was at the moment, but I wasn't too worried.

The teacher glared at me as I took a seat on the bleachers. "Nice roast." Someone whispered sarcastically in my ear. I turned my head, only to come face to face with the girl is bumped into - yeah, I had in fact bumped into her.

I scowled on reflex and turned away.

"Let's continue with our improv games, Gabriel?" The teacher asked me, probably hoping to embarrass me. I focused in on his thoughts and searched.

This kid thinks he can get away with murder, well not on my watch. There's no way he'll know that we're practicing with taxi madness, the kid hasn't-

"Taxi madness, coming right up." I smirked at the dumbfounded expression on his face. His jaw literally went slack and the class started laughing. I didn't know what taxi madness was, but I'm assuming it had something to do with a taxi?

Normally I wouldn't be so careless, but I was feeling quite aggravated this morning. A felt a tap on my shoulder. "How'd you do that?" She whispered in my ear.

"Magic." I whispered back, still smirking. She didn't reply, probably pursing her lips. The class went as smooth as drama class can go, so chunky peanut butter is what I'm saying.

I was the first one out of class once the bell rang. Now I know why I always skipped that class.

Why did you even take it in the first place?

I don't know, mother.

It was lunch now and I was -- someone pulled me into the janitors closet and I had my hands around their throat in a second. Once I saw the girls bugged eyes, I released her immediately. She put one hand on her knee, the other around her throat. She coughed and I went closer to her to help somehow, but she held her hand out, telling me to wait.

"What the hell." She croaked, rubbing her neck.

"Reflexes." I said coldly.

"Deadly ones?" She questioned, her eyes filled with confusion. "I was just going to ask how you knew what game we were playing."

"I told you, magic." I shrugged. Suddenly, I felt the urge slowly creeping into my veins. Every inch of me started to hurt and I rested a hand almost casually on the shelf beside me, though it was anything but. I clenched the shelf tightly and tried not to howl in pain. The urges were becoming so frequent, the last one was two days ago, what the fuck?

"Ugh, whatever. If you don't want to tell me, just say so." She glared at me, not noticing how white my knuckles were against the shelf. My other hand was clutching my hip just as tightly.

"I don't want to tell you." I snapped, trying to keep the strain out of my voice.

"Fine." She hissed, her blue eyes glaring into my soul. She whirled around. Her black hair following behind her as she left the closet. I fell to the floor immediately after the door shut and clutched my stomach.

Two days? Just two days?

Maybe burning things isn't enough anymore?

As the pain subsided after a full minute I decided that tonight I'd burn that shed.

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Oof I think I'm gonna go to bed, the chapters are getting sloppy.