Angels Gone Rogue

Chapter 9

After I cleaned up the mess and finished work about two hours later, I grab my coat and mittens and make my way to my car as I rustle around my pockets to get the keys. The snow crunches under my feet with every step I take. My nose is freezing cold and my face is all out of warmth.

"I should really consider adding a scarf and a hat to my winter collection." I think as I finally reach my car.

While I start to put my key into the lock a strong sweet scent wafts around me and I pause, turning around slowly to see if anyone is behind me but no one is there.

My eyes turn into slits. "Did someone pour something on my fucking Jeep?"

I start to look all over my car until I come to the realization that nothing was poured at all.

"Someone must've put on some really strong perfume."

I unlock my car door and hop right in, even though the door is now shut I can still smell the strong scent. Quickly I put on the heat and start to rub my hands together to warm up faster. Once the heat swirls all around inside the Jeep I turn on the ignition and drive out of the parking and down the street.

"Should I go back home? Am I ready to face them again?" Shaking my head, I decide that I'm not and take the opposite turn from the house.

I still can't believe this and I still don't want to accept it. The fact that I don't belong here makes sense but everything else...it's just bullshit to me.

All this time I was living a lie. A con in my case. Yeah it hurts to not be in the loop with everyone else around in this town, but for my family to do the same, now that offends me.

Sure it was for my protection but I can protect myself.

I turn on the radio to try and distract my mind from thinking about the one thing I don't want to be reminded of at this moment. The song "Angel with a Shotgun" by The Cab plays and I roll my eyes at the irony but listen anyway.

"Get out your guns, battle's begun, are you a saint, or a sinner?"

"I'm still trying to find that out.." I think.

"They say before you start a war, you better know what you're fighting for."

"Apparently, I'm fighting for the sake of my homeland.."

"I'm an angel with a shotgun, fighting 'til the war's won, I don't care if heaven won't take me back."

"In my case, I believe I would care."

"Sometimes to win, you've got to sin."

"Great..." Note the sarcasm.

"...and I, wanna live, not just survive, tonight."

"Tell me about it."

"...and I'm gonna hide, hide, hide my wings tonight."

"Wings? I don't have wings..and I wonder why."

When I finally zone out of the song and thought process to answer it, I find myself in the parking lot of the place that I hate the most.

The hell house, or what some people call it...school.

Fate must've brought me here because the one person who can help me figure all of this out, whom doesn't hate my guts and teaches my most despised class, is right through those wretched doors.

Turning the key and shutting the ignition off, I step out of the car. Shutting the door and locking the car up, I finally make my way towards the school. I look down at the ground and notice that the snow has piled up even more.

Once I make it to the doors I mentally thank God that they weren't locked. Opening them I take a step inside. Walking through the halls with ease is a bit nerve racking. No one pushing me up against a locker or bumping into me on purpose, it's different.

I turn the corner and face the class that I'm hoping can tell me all I need to know.

Angelolgy.

Room D109.

Knocking on the door I soon open it and walk inside to find Mr. Norway look up at me.

"Why are you here, Adrian?" He asks me.

"I want to learn more about angels." I simply state not giving anything away.

"Finally." He says smiling.

"What do you mean? I know I don't pay attention in class and all but still..." I ramble.

"I know you don't," He looks at me sternly and I rub the back of my neck. "You came here for advice because your 'parents' finally came clean."

I gaped at him opening my mouth to speak but he raised his hand to shut me up.

"I'm an angel too."

My whole demeanor changes and I ball up my fist from the anger that is currently bubbling within me.

"Are you fucking serious?! Everyone that has ever been nice to me is my goddamned guardian! What is this?"

Mr. Norway is taken aback at his sudden burst of anger but soon understands.

"Adrian, calm down. I'm not your guardian, just an angel, who's teaching humans about us which makes easy pay on earth, is all."

Adrian just looks at him skeptically and Norway continues.

"Some angels are stationed down on earth but they can also come and live here if they wish. Humans seem to hate angels, but everyone hates their teachers, so why not?" Giving Adrian a small smile he tells him to take a seat as he leans against his own desk.

'So, what do you want to know?"

(Sorry for the late update! I hope you guys are still enjoying the story! Until next time! Which I promise won't be as long as this one took!)