The Angelic Demon

CHAPTER 5

Only a demon, can''t be possible.

Erica continuously took history notes. She was sitting alone by the window. Twice during the lesson she had managed to steal a peek at the second bench two rows away.

Luke was sitting alone. Clearly, her beautiful girlfriend had taken some other session.. Unusually, Erica felt a tinge of extreme happiness. Ellora had taken a different class. Luke was alone. Woohoo...-

"Ms. Stephenword! Ms. Stephenword! Her name caught her by shock.

"Uh....Yes ma'am!"

"Can I ask why are you so happy? Share the reason with the class, miss. We also want to be happy!" The teacher in her mid-forties said.

Erica was shocked but a timid smile spread across her face.

"I see you are quiet happy." The teacher smiled.

"Get out of the class!" her tone changing to stern.

"What?" Erica said dreamily.

"Get out, madam. GET OUT I said!" She yelled.

"Uhh.. Sorr-"

"No, now you get out. Get Out!"The teacher was now red with anger.

Erica shrugged her shoulders and started to move towards the door.

As she crossed the length of the room she again turned to see the second bench. She again saw the empty left shoulder and came back to her senses from her dream world.

"Wait, you are sending me out of the class." She said turning towards the teacher .

"Why any doubt??" asked the teacher, sarcasm brimming.

"You can't just do that."Protested Erica.

"I can do whatever I wish and inquire the headmaster if you wish to know what can I do?"

"Moreover, you were willingly getting out.....of the class." A wicked smile spreading over the teacher's face.

For Erica, the teacher was speaking in the background. She had her own concerns. She was eyeing Luke. With the navy blue blazer over him he looked devilishly handsome. Devilishly, honestly. She didn't even know she had such good of an weird vocabulary. Luke was one of the only ones in the class who, unlike the others, was concerned with their own work.

"Is Mr. Maze talking to you, Ms Stephenword?" The teacher said, again shocking Elena.

"What?" A husky voice accompanied Erica's.

She turned to see that Luke was staring right into the teacher's eyes.

"What?" He asked again. " What the hell did I do?"

"Nothing, Mr. Maze. At least, nothing of your concern." She said once again.

" You said my name, then you say nothing of my concern. Damn! I thought you were praising something...........uhh..interesting that I did." Luke said with his eyes shining brightly.

"Mr. Maze!"He was angry, understood in her voice.

"Uhhh....I just said your name as this very beautiful Parisian was quiet keenly looking at you and...what to say..........smiling." Explained the History teacher.

"Darn it! He mentioned it. I have quiet a good talent of embarrassing myself." Thought Erica.

"Parisian? So, French, uhh?"Luke directed this sentence towards Erica, raising his eyebrows.

"Yeah. Doesn't it look from my accent?"Confidence. Erica didn't think she was so confident.

The bell rang, but she was looking at Luke's left shoulder, looking for the tiniest trace of an angel.

The demon whispered something into his right ear.

Luke smiled; devilishly. Then said-

"Hey, beautiful. Can I give you an offer? Meet me outside the class. We have things to discuss."