Lucifer | k.th (ON HOLD)

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Do I really need an education? You thought to yourself as you dragged your body to the next class on your schedule. You shook your head and slapped your cheeks, snapping out of it.

Of course I do, my mother didn't bust her ass working to pay for my tuition just for me to give up. You sighed heavily as you entered the classroom, plopping down into the nearest empty chair you could find.

This was your freshman year of college and you were already dreading it. Being the socially awkward person you were, you had not managed to make any friends yet in the month you had been studying there.

Your father was never a part of your life. No, he didn't abandon you and your mom, he passed away a few months before you were born. Because of that, it never really affected you, but you wished that you would have had the chance to meet him.

Your mother always said that you were exactly like him, stubborn but determined, that you inherited his honey colored eyes and your mother's gorgeous auburn locks.

The classroom began to fill up, snapping you out of your little daydream. You never bothered paying attention to anyone's face because no one really caught your eye.

It felt like being in an anime, where the other people just look plain and normal, but the main characters are always the first people you notice. In most cases, it was because of hair color.

And that was when your gaze moved up as you stared in awe. Entering the room were 7 young men, all different hair colors. It was like staring at a rainbow, but better.

Were these guys always here? You thought to yourself as you looked around the room, your classmates seeming to freeze up for a few seconds, then going back to their normal routines.

Your eyes found their way back to the young men, but it was a bit strange. They did not seem to have any emotion showing on their faces, almost as if they were just walking statues.

They all seemed to be wearing the same type of clothes, black dress shirt and black pants. The only contrast to their clothes being their brightly colored hair with the exception of one of them wearing a silver tie.

You shyly looked away after realizing you had been staring for too long. Behind you, you began to hear whispers from both the boys and girls.

"They finally showed up," a girl whispered.

"What do you mean?" another boy asked.

"They only come to classes when they feel like it," a different girl replied.

By this time, they were already in their seats in the back of the classroom, a good distance away from you.

They only come to classes when they feel like it? They must be rich boys. You turned around slightly, trying to make it as least obvious as possible that you were staring at them.

To your surprise, they all seemed to be joking around with each other, smiling brightly. Except one that is. You stared at the blonde, curious as to why he seemed so miserable compared to his friends.

You nearly choked when said blonde looked up in your direction, his blue eyes piercing into your soul. He was a beautiful man, almost too beautiful to be real. It almost seemed as if he was trying to read you, but couldn't quite figure you out.

A small smirk formed on his face, causing you to quickly look towards the front of the classroom in embarrassment. That was the first time since he entered that he showed any emotion.

And you had to admit, it made you a bit nervous.