Violently Icy

Infernal Flames

Wynrie came into Math class as usual, bag over shoulder, head down and quick to get a seat. Not long after she sits, does Daemon walk in just before the bell rings. He hands the teacher a piece of paper and heads towards a seat. He quietly sits down but decides to disrupt the class by tapping his shitkickers against the tiled floor while the teacher is trying to instruct. A giggle comes out of Wynrie's mouth and the teacher gives her detention. She also gives Daemon detention too, for disruption. The teacher proceeds to teach the class about Mid-Point Formulas. When she handed out a workbook packet of Mid-Point Formulas, most kids started to groan.

"Ms. Barkes, can you explain something to me? I'm not sure I'm doing the Mid-Point Formula thing right."Daemon said. Wynrie stared at him for a short while after he asked for help. From what she'd seen of Daemon, she'd seen that he didn't give a flying fuck about being well-mannered, not at school at least.

Daemon sits with Ms. Barkes at a medium sized white board table while she tries to demonstrate how she wants this assignment done. After she finishes up with him, she heads towards Wynrie and that makes Wynrie get all tense and nervous. Wynrie starts to fidget with her hoodie sleeve. Ms. Barkes looked at what Wynrie put on her packet. She gasped in horror as she read" I hate myself" in big bold letters. She radioed down to the counselor's office and told them she was on her way down there. Daemon watched Wynrie walk. He found himself looking more at her waist half (Hips, Thighs and Ass) leaning more towards her right side while she walked.

Daemon noticed Wynrie's earbuds on the table and started to get anxious. His anxiety had been higher than normal lately. He was normally not as anxious. If hardly. He waited until the end of class-time to return them to her. If he could that was. She had a habit of disappearing when she wanted to. Making herself almost invisible. He found that one of her many irresistible traits that made her a better girl than the others at the school. Out any of all the ones he'd seen she was... Perfect.

Daemon pulled out a dagger and slipped into the bathroom. He did his usual routine of cutting his arm up. Creating devastatingly, stunning scars. He was mad with aloneness and he had no one to pick him up and help dust himself off. Daemon cut himself regularly at school since he was six. He found his "escape" from the torment of others creation. This time, he cut deeper than he had done ever before... He tried to go deeper each time he scarred up his arms.

It was a goal of his to see how far he could go before he fucked up bad enough. He was physically beaten up by the other kids his whole life. Being told he was never enough. That he'd always be stuck alone. Trapped. He often cut on already existing, hardened-some scars. He'd always been told he doesn't even understand. He HATED those words. He always kept his moans of pleasure quiet and to himself. He always tied a bandana around the wound after doing the job. His scars, no matter how deep the cut had been, never bled much. It was why he could cut as deep as he did. Daemon headed to his next class, English.

Wynrie sat in her usual spot in the classroom, in the back. Daemon came into the room with his sleeves heavily dropping on his arms. Head down. Vandermath High School gave the "depressed Emos" the REAL shitty High School experience. Sex and freedom to be stupid as hell were how to perfectly describe the other kids. Shit nosed weasels who fed off of popularity and pregnancy. The gossip started there and went EVERYWHERE. Kids' parents even started to gossip to one another about the children and their decisions. Some positive and some negative.

Mrs. Violet was one of the schools many counselors. She was writing on a pad and paper while Wynrie sat in a sofa chair in front of her. Wynrie heard the class bell ring and she knew her time here in the counselor's office was over. At least for today. As Wynrie was heading out of the office, Daemon was heading in. They clashed together like two bones against books. Daemon saw her falling and caught her by grabbing her hand and jerking her upright. She gasped sharply and instantly began to blush. He kept a steady hand on hers. He tried to not let go of her hand even if she had wanted him to.

He felt his heart quicken and her breath enhance heavily. He could only imagine what her heart must've felt like. Part of him wondered if she was thinking about the sound of his breath or what. He could tell that she was thinking hard about something. He hoped it was him, but he also didn't. His nerves spiked up at the mere thought of her thinking about him in that way. He desired it but he knew it just wouldn't happen. They'd only be friends, if she didn't think he was a freak that was. "I uh got your earbuds. You left em in math class on the table. Figured you'd need em... Or some shit."

"Oh, uh yeah... Thanks... I can't forget my piece of sanity lol. Music is one of the only things I got left... Aside from.. Something else... " "Yeah." For the next few minutes, they stood dumbfounded and shy and awkward. They gave smirks and giggles and smiles from the soul. "I should get going to class now, I guess" Wynrie said. "Oh, right" Daemon replied. He felt a desire, a need, growing inside of his being.