I downloaded a demon?!

Crap.

Disclaimer! I DO (not) own Devil May Cry, just my OC’s.

Recap: I lean forward and tap on the guy in front of me. He turns around and looks at me weirdly. “Hey, where’s Mr. Kentan, who is this guy? Do we have a sub?”

The guy now looks at me like I’m stupid. “Okay, A) Who the fuck are you? B) Who the hell is Mr. Kentan? And C) that’s Mr. Sparda, but he prefers Dante.”

I look at the guy in amazement, and then look at Mr. Sparda, Dante, as he picks up the class roster and starts to read from it. “Who the hell are you?” Is all I whisper?

“So kid, are you new here?” the guy, Sam I remember, asked me again.

“No,” I tell him flatly. “I’ve been going to school with you since the third grade when you moved here.” I tell him. “Remember, I was also you calculus partner last year.”

Sam was actually really smart; he just had the same problem with history as I did. He looks at me in confusion, his face scrunched up trying to remember. “Really?” I nod my head yes, he doesn’t say anything to me, instead just turns around and talks to the guy in front of him. “Do you know him?” he ask, the guy only shakes his head no.

I ignore him and look back at my ‘teacher’ Dante. He looked around the room with a watchful eye, ignoring the gazes and comments of a few of the other students who wanted his attention. I slowly put my head down into my book and began to fake read, actually I tried to read it and just conform along with the others in the room, but the words flew around on the pages as I tried to force myself to make out a sentence.

This man wasn’t my teacher, I don’t care what Sam had said, and Mr. Kentan was. And too top it all off, I think Dante’s a demon, if the hair isn’t a dead giveaway, then I don’t know what the hell is. Also, would you shut the hell up! I tell my inner demon, who is still purring away, but it growls at me. ‘Do not talk to me that way human.’

Well sorry, but if you would kindly keep the damn purring down, then maybe I wouldn’t snap at you. Besides, why the hell are you doing that anyway? ‘You are either too dense or inexperienced to even begin to understand why I do what I do.’ It responded back cryptically snooty. Does it have something to do with him being a demon? He only growled low in response.

I smirk and mouth bingo, then here something that grabs my attention. “Josslyn Franco, come on babe tell me where you’re at.” Dante announced, his voice sounding lecherous, but also making me shiver, both with anger and something I did not want to address, I really wanted to blush. “Yo Josslyn, come on sweet cheeks, we don’t have all day.”

I slowly raised my arm up and voice out. “I prefer Joss thank you.” Everyone whips around and stares at me like I’m some side show freak. I am defiantly sure that Dante isn’t my teacher; Mr. Kentan knew that I was a guy, and he didn’t. Strike one for the demon, no wait, that’s strike two.

Dante stares at me, his eyes showing mild amusement at my name, but he looks a little puzzled. He sniffed the air and his face screwed up a little more. “Who are you?” A girl up front, I knew her to be one of the school sluts and loudmouths. I find it funny how girls call other girls sluts when they give it up more than the girls they are making fun of.

I grit my teeth and look at them all. “I’m Joss Franco, and I’ve been going to this school district since I was six.”

“No you haven’t.” another person protested. “Yeah, we would of remembered someone who looked like you with a name like that.” Another added, again I gritted my teeth. I truthfully enjoyed invisibility more than being noticed, though I am sure I would have gone postal one of these days.