The Angel That Fell For Hell

Concurrere

Angel and Sebastian ^^

Angels POV~

Concurrere 

Noun:

Collide, Collision

The blinding gleam of the sun, a burning fire ball in the sky burning the hairs off my arm as the cold flush of air from the car attempts to cool down the blaze. I pull down the window, the invigorating gust of wind causing the sweat on my pale forehead to drip off as I near the school. Driving was calming, everything was silent and there was never the need to hear someone's battering voice. The sudden gust of wind as a sports car speeds ahead of me, its crisp white paint outshining any other car on the road as it drives messily between the lanes. 

"How annoying," clenching my teeth in annoyance as I harden my grip on the smooth leather of the wheel and plummeting on the peddle. If they want  race then bring it on. Smirking as I swerve to the left, almost crashing into their car, provoking them, as they press on the break, their car slowing down in panic to the near death experience. Glancing back as my short brown hair blows behind me, hitting the white leather seat as I point a middle finger at them when leaning my hand outside the window.

The school gates comes into view as I start seeing more and more students pour out of different cars hulling behind their bags and books while looks of utmost torture are painted on their faces. Other seem rather excited, running and shrieking in excitement as they run to greet their friends, hugging them and kissing boyfriends. Clicking my tongue and rolling my eyes as I witness two people sticking their tongues down each other's throats honestly, was this a teen's true experience of high school? If so then I'm glad I missed out and can't wait for this mission to be over. 

My boot hits the cement as I step out of my car, the thump from slamming the car door shut before locking it causing people to ogle at me, the new student. The shine from the newly bought car attracting the attention from many as I walk towards the entrance where a girl stands there, handing out fliers. " Would you like to join th-," I bump my shoulder against hers causing her to messily crash to the ground, before picking up a fallen flier and throwing it crumpled up at her head. Her face flush, bright red in embarrassment as I continue to stare at her, her choppy blonde hair tangled in bowls as she lay on the filthy ground, her elbows staining pink from the blood that formed from the collision. 

"Where's the office?" I demand, my voice steady and strong as a crowd of people stopped to stare at the incident, glancing between me and the fallen girl. I could feel my nail roughly dig into the flesh of my palm in my loss of patience before rolling my eyes and further reminding the girl that I had asked her something. Her eyes enlarge, fear tracing the calm surface before she shakes in utter trepidation at my deathly glare, my hazel eyes glaring into hers. Intimidation. It's my favorite form of torture, it made people squirm in their seats, made people's face choke up in panic and right now this girl is amusing me with her shaking. Lifting her injured arm and shakily pointing it towards the end of the corridor, finally, pushing people from the crowd apart as I make my way towards the office. My steps echoing through the now deathly silent school, their staring satisfying my mood, they're afraid and I'm going to keep it that way. 

Her nose points in the air as her beady blue eyes stare at me, her grimy brown curls wrapping around her small waist, ignoring me and continuing typing on her computer. Slamming my hand down against her flimsy wooden table, its black paint chipping off at the sudden force. Her gasp of fright stands alone in the silent plain room as she looks up at me, eyes gaping open in surprise to my attitude. Lets just say I don't have patience. 

"Angel Gatorium" I state, the confidence lining my strong voice could not be mistaken for a normal student. My nails tap impatiently in rhythm on the desk as she hurriedly searches for my timetable, tripping over her books and stacks of paper in the rushing process. I quickly snatch it out of her bony hands, its wrinkly skin disgusting me when retracing it's horrid hands, humans were weak, they aged quickly and died quickly. Treading towards the door, my hair falling behind me with each step, the loud slam of the door rattling the cracked walls of the building cause a young girl with long wavy brown hair to drop all her books in surprise. Her scent. It smells familiar. Her eyes shoot up at me when noticing that i'm stalking towards her fragile frame, her brown eyes are coaxed in a sheet of dark lashes, her pale skin held freckles as her pink lips stood in coma, no longer quivering. "What's your na-"

"LILY!" the deep voice travels throughout the hall, his steps getting loud and louder as he quickens his strides towards us. Turning around before my face collides  with his chest, his muscular frame, he looks at me with disgust evident on his face before shoving me away from him causing me to fall onto the ground. THUMP. Squinting my eyes at him, his brown hair flopping over his chiseled face as his lips fall apart in shock, how dare he,  quickly jumping up and seizing the collar of his grey shirt I look into his eyes. They were dark brown, life coffee pods swimming in a sea of white, he scent is burnt coffee beans, it's a pleasant smell however, he pushes me off him when realizing how close we were. Again.

"Sorry ," he apologizes, his voice's deep and his Adam's apple throbbing against the tan skin of his throat. Although, his apology held no genuine emotion, his eyes were empty, void of feelings as he's staring at me. Dusting off my leather jacket and shorts, the black material attracting the dirt when I hit the ground. His hand brushing against his smooth cheek as he flicks his messy hair away from his face and grabbing the girl's small hand and walking off.

I grit my teeth, breathing hard as I loudly walk off to a math lesson, the next time I see him I'll gauge an eye, how dare he push me. My heeled boots click against the wooden floor as I search for my class, 12-C, spotting it towards the corner of the hall way and making my way there. I open the wooden door, its creak causing the class to silence and the teacher to gaze at me when I step into the room, "I'm a new student," I briefly inform her before walking towards the back of the room where there were empty seats. 

"Your name?" she asks, her meaty hands prompt up against her hips with her bright blue eyes glaring into my head as I turn my head to look at her, " Angel" I briskly reply before dropping my books onto the old desk causing puffs of dust to fly out. 

Half an hour, I've wasted the past 30 minutes sitting here in this uncomfortable plastic chair, its hard plastic edges digging marks into my skin as I my back against it. "Angel," I lift my head when the witch calls my name, yup I've named her witch lady, it suits her. "You'll be partnered up with Sebastian," his name causing me head to shoot up, looking at where she was pointing at across the room. His hair flopped messily across his tan face, his shirt wrinkled at the collar, no, it can't be. 

It's him. He's Sebastian.