Mickaela Gage: Demon Hunter

Chapter 11

I looked at my newest bruise I've managed to keep from my mom. I pulled down my jacket sleeve as I made my way to school. There was one time when Mom found one of my deep bruises. I made up some lie that I fell and hit it. In actuallity, it was all Dastan's fault. He was the one that took sparring to a whole new level.

I walked inside and managed to avoid eye conrtact with Lockert, who was swooning over his latest win. The less eye contact I have with him the better. I didn't see Burbank as often since Dastan would probably take his anger out on me after my mom if I were to be suspended from school.

I walked to my locker, avoid running into anyone else. My body still ached from sparring with Dastan. Every time I spar with Dastan, I discover another muscle I've never used before. To hell with training me, I think he's trying to kill me. I carefully placed my books in my locker and tried to ignore the deep purple and black spot on my wrist.

"Heya, Mickaela," someone said from the other side of my locker door. This one sounded all too friendly.

I rolled my eyes and shut my locker door to make sure I knew who it was. He was standing right there in his letterman he paid extra to get early. The schools initials were stitched to his right breast of the jacket. Our graduation year was stitched to the left breast. He adorned his football medals and his one academic medal since we've been going to this school. Any normal girl would have fawned over him. I just remembered him being the jerk with a locker next to mine and the bastard that barfed on me.

"What do you want, Lockert?" I was already annoyed I had to get up for school regardless of how my muscles ached from them being overworked.

Lockert chuckled and scratched the back of his head. "You must be still pretty mad about me puking on you, huh?"

"A little? You're lucky I couldn't beat you."

Lockert chuckled nervously. "Let me make it up to you. I mean, you're semi-pretty. All you need to wear is a little make-up and some color other than red or black."

I rolled my eyes. "Oh, hell no."

"Come on, Gage, just hear me out. I feel bad about puking on you. You didn't deserve it. Please let me take you out?" There was something about his voice that seemed sincere, yet deceptive.

"Why should I agree?"

"Because I can show you a good time and you know it," Lockert said with a smile.

"Buddy, don't try flirting, it doesn't suit you."

"I was flirting?" Lockert's face turned a shade of deep red.

I rolled my eyes and walked away, preparing myself for my next class.

Lockert called after me, "Can I get your answer at the end of the day?"

I ignored him. I didn't want to give him an answer. Not until this hazy thought in my mind subsided. It was like I was almost seeing into his mind about intentions like I could sometimes feel it with Dastan. But, I could hear his thoughts sometimes. Only sometimes. It was weird and now I've come to think of it as normal.

"Well, sounds like someone needs to lull things over in her mind," someone said from what seemed like beside me.

I stopped walking down the hall momentarily to look beside me. Dastan was standing there. Was he using his weird demonic powers to hack into my thoughts again?

"What makes you say that?" I asked, trying to be casual as if I know he knew nothing.

"You're distracted. You almost ran into a wall."

"I did not!"

Dastan nodded his head toward where I was heading. I looked and sure enough, there was a wall facing me, cold and unforgiving like the staff at this God forsaken school.