Extraordinary

What To Expect of the Unexpected

Extraordinary

Chapter One: What To Expect of the Unexpected

Scott was late to class, and he knew it.

In a way, he was relieved: he wouldn’t have to suffer through the ‘introductions’ that you always experienced at the beginning of a school year, where all of the students have to stand in a circle and say their names, favorite color, and whatever else the teacher comes up with. He figured college wouldn’t be any different. But, he was still late, and he really didn’t want to be.

He raced down the hallway in a desperate effort to find the apparently hidden chemistry classroom in the goddamned gigantic university, his huge, leathery wings flapping madly behind him.

He had always been proud of his wings. They were a true black – so black that they appeared a deep blue or purple in direct light – that faded into a midnight blue at the tips, which ended in small talons. They didn’t have any scars or burns upon them: he had never really enjoyed the rough fights that his fellow demons liked, and his family didn’t take the yearly trip to Hell. In fact, Scott wasn’t really jealous when the other kids had bragged about meeting Lucifer himself – he was just another fallen angel, wasn’t he?

Scott’s tail was fashioned in a similar manner: black with a blue tip, ending in the incredibly cliché spike that humans added in their cartoons. Ugh, humans. Scott really didn’t see the appeal of them.

Then again, most demons didn’t. Angels, though, were another story. The angels bonded with humans more often than demons did, but it was still pretty unusual for a human to marry any form of the supernatural. Angels marrying demons, however, was unheard of. One might even say that it was unnatural.

Scott continued scurrying down the hall, the panic he had felt before now faded into a dull resignation. He wasn’t going to be able to make it to class.

The halls were completely empty: everyone else seemed to have the entire university memorized and found their classes with ease. Scott snorted at them with some ferocity.

Taking the extreme emptiness of the corridor under consideration, Scott sat down onto the cool tile, setting his supplies – journals, pencils, pens, etc – beside him. He leaned back on his hands, enjoying the silence while it lasted. Which was not for very long.

He suddenly felt a slightly painful tug on his right wing, and an ‘Ooof!’ of surprise was heard, accompanied by the sound of several items hitting the ground with dull thunks.

“Um, ow,” Scott stressed, leaping to his feet and turning so that he could see his offender.

It was an angel, naturally.

The heavenly creature glared up at him with warm brown eyes from his place on the floor, scowling. Scott frowned at him. “You might want to watch where you’re going, angel.” He spat the last word out like it was the worst insult to be heard on Earth. Said angel raised an eyebrow.

“Perhaps you shouldn’t reside in the middle of the hallway, then.”

The angel flared out his wings in his frustration with Scott, and for a moment, Scott was unaware of his surroundings.

The angels wings were, pardon, fucking gorgeous. They were a deep, chocolate brown, small black specks freckling the feathers. The feathers themselves were each individually tipped in black.

The angel snapped them against his back when he noticed Scott’s staring, and began to scramble around for his books, which had scattered everywhere. “Why are you here?” Scott asked snidely, tone clearly indicating that he thought he was superior. “Classes started half an hour ago.”