Transfer Students

Week One Pt. 2

"How about... No." I try to back away through the group but a crowd has gathered, stopping me from escaping. I smile and let out a nervous laugh, "Fuck." My friends step forward, ready to defend me, but I don't want them to get hurt. "Can't we just talk this out, Damien? Is there any reason to get all murdery?" He snarls at me, "There's ALWAYS a reason to get murdery! And now you're going to die!" He runs at us, fire coating his hands. Crap, what do I do? Suddenly, the pink princess from earlier marches in front of us, "Stop it, Damien! This human is my friend, and I'm not allowing you to set my friend on fire!" My friends and I let collectively let out a sigh of relief, thank God for Miranda. Damien looks like he's ready to kill Miranda too, but she must be important because he stops in his tracks and the fire on his hands extinguishes. He glares at me one last time before pushing through the crowd.

Finally, after a long day of whispers and stares, it's over. My parents insisted that to fit in I have to ride the bus and despite my protests, that's what ended up happening. I board my bus with Carmen because thankfully she lives in my neighborhood. There are no empty seats, each one has at least one person in it, so we're forced to split up. Luckily, I spot a familiar face, that vampire kid from earlier. I sit next to him. I don't see where Carmen sits, so all I can hope is that she found someone nice. The vampire kid glances at me, and I realize I don't know his name. "Hey, uh, I'm sorry I was kind of a dick earlier, I'm just a bit on edge." He shrugs, "Whatever, it's not like I care." Oooook... "So, um, what's your name?" "Liam de Lioncourt (4XX), but just call me Liam," He replies. "Well, it's nice to meet you, Liam. It looks like this is my stop, see you tomorrow." He nods at me as Carmen and I climb off the bus.

DAY 2

Carmen and I make our way into the school, it looks like Ellie, Jasmine, and Elizabeth already got here. We walk to homeroom and talking to my friends I see some purple girl whose hair is made of tentacles? I walk over while Carmen goes to talk to some medusa-looking woman. "OMG, you're the girl who's either going to get killed or kissed by Damien!" Says tentacle-girl once I'm in earshot. I frown, my nose scrunching up, "I honestly don't know which of those options is worse. Actually, I do, it's being kissed by Damien." I fake gag. Suddenly I hear a voice from behind me, "Please, you'de be lucky to have the honor to kiss me. But don't worry, I'de rather die than kiss you either." I spin around to see Damien, immediately on guard. "What the hell do you want?" I demand. He growls and cracks his knuckles, "4:00. Behind the gym. We'll fight and whoever wins (me) gets the kill the other." He smirks, apparently smug. I sigh, "Damien, I don't want to kill you. I don't even want to fight you! I just want you to leave my friends and I alone." He sputters, apparently confused, "What? But-but EVERYONE wants to fight me!" I roll my eyes, "Well, not me." Not-so-metaphorical fire burns in his eyes as he yells at me, "Well you have no choice! Meet me there or the whole school will know you're a loser!" He storms off before I can respond. I turn back to my friends and tentacle-girl squeals, "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEH you and Damien have SO much sexual tension! I have to go write fanfic on this!!" She runs off, leaving me with Ellie, Jasmine, and Elizabeth. "Wow, who was that again?" Jasmine shrugs, "I'm not really sure. I think her name is Zoe." Elizabeth looks at me nervously, "You're not actually going to go fight him, right? You'll die!" I laugh, "Of course I'm not going to fight him! I'm not a total idiot." "Weeeellllll..." Says Jasmine. "Oh shut up," I say, punching her in the shoulder.

The rest of the day goes relatively smoothly. Sure, there are plenty of stares and a few not-so-friendly nudges as people walk by us, but other than that it's ok. All too soon, four o'clock rolls around. The plan was to simply not go to the fight, but by now the entire school has heard about it and it seems Damien got some of his cronies to watch the busses to make sure I don't get on. Of course, my friends all want to stay and help me, but I insist they go home. If they stayed I'd probably end up dying just trying to protect them. Still, even if I'm forced to stay at this school, I have no intention to die by a demon. All I need to do is avoid Damien until six when my parents get off work and I can call them to pick me up. I just need to survive for two hours. I can do this.

Alright, here's the plan: I hide in the library. Sure, it's not the most detailed plan, but it should get the job done. I would try and hide in the bathrooms, but they're dangerously close to where Damien plans to fight me, so I don't think it's worth the risk. Annoying enough, the library is up a long winding staircase. I do eventually make it up there, though, and just in time, because I hear Damien yell in anger as he reaElizabethes I'm not coming. Yes, I can hear him all the way from the library. That's how angry he apparently is. I check my watch and it's already 4:30. Which means I just have to wait another hour and a half. I decided to browse the library books, only the discover that if they're not written in some strange language unknown to humans, they're almost completely destroyed by water, fire, or some other substance. I could get on the computers to keep myself entertained, but they're much to close to the door for me, I'd prefer to hide somewhere where Damien won't immediately find and kill me. I have a feeling he's going to scour the school for me, so it's only a matter of time before he makes it to the library, I just hope I'm gone by then.

Another hour passes, and I'm starting to relax, realizing I just have to wait thirty more minutes. That relief is quickly extinguished as I hear someone stomping up the stairs, so I scramble out of the chair I was sitting in and dash into the nearest supply closet, just shutting the door as I hear the library entrance swing open. "I know you're here Natalie, you can't have left the school, and I've checked everywhere else." It's Damien alright. I hear him stomping through the library, throwing chairs and knocking down bookcases. I hear his footsteps slowly grow louder as he approaches the supply closet. He stops in front of the door, a low, menacing chuckle escaping his throat, "Found ya."