A Demon's Kiss

Chapter 1

It was just another day for Steve: wake up, get dressed, leave for school. Just as he unlocks the door to his third floor classroom, he hears someone calling his name.

"STEVE," someone yells across the hallway, "I need to talk to you!" Steve looks up, leaving his keys stuck in the doorknob, only to see his coworker, Alex, running towards him. Panting slightly, Alex says to him, "I know I said I could cover the math tutoring this morning, but my son got sick on the drive to school and I have to watch him for today, could you cover for me?"

Steve, being the kind soul he is, says, "Of course, I don't want you to have to find someone to take care of your kid in twenty minutes when you could just leave right now and do it yourself." Steve looks down the hall before continuing to put his bag in the classroom. He sets down his black leather bag behind  his desk and checks his phone before leaving the room to go to the math tutoring. Steve feels a twinge of hurt when he sees no messages. I guess this is what I get for not being social, he thinks to himself. He had never been a social person, he had been the class clown everyone knew but no one truly knew.

As he makes his way down the hall, Steve hears someone in the men's bathroom. "Come on," the voice hisses, "it won't hurt you terribly." Steve sneaks into the bathroom to see what is going on. He sees no one, not a single soul. He decides to look under the stalls, something he had never done before. He still cannot find anyone, until he gets to the handicapped stall. He sees a pair of new red Converse next to a pair of Doc Martin's, decorated with chains. He finally knocks on the door and says, "It's Steve, open up." He hears a wimpier and a groan. The students finally unlock the door to reveal themselves to be Keaton Johns, the known goodie-two-shoes, and a new student.

"What were you two doing in there?" yells Steve. Flustered, Keaton stampers, "I was just trying to use the bathroom when he came in and pushed me in the stall with him. He tried to get me to use his vape." Steve looks the student up and down, his rugged looks gaining Steve's attention. "Well, is this true?" focusing back on reality. "Duh," groans the student, "I'm eighteen, I can legally own one of these."

Shaking his head, Steve says, "But you aren't allowed to have it on school property. I'm going to have to ask you to put that in your locker, take it home, and never bring it back." Biting his lip piercing, the student says with his chin tilted upwards, "Or what?" Steve was taken aback. No student had ever questioned his authority. Never. In all nine years at this school, the strongest fight a student had put up was not taking a test because they had dropped out of his class. 

"So," teases the mystery student, "what are you going to do?" This brings Steve to realize he had been staring into this trouble makers eyes for nearly half a minute, "I-uh-I will have to-umm," he pauses, "SEND YOU TO THE COUNSELOR." The student groans as he leaves the bathroom. Steve apologizes to Keaton on behalf of the vaper before running to the tutoring room.