Tainted Saviour | myg |

Back to School

A book doesn't always match its cover, but even the words read on the pages are left open to interpretation. 

"Your classes should be matched up with Min Yoongi's. It was harder than I last remembered hacking my way into the school system, I guess humans have stepped up their security. "The headache" decided it would be best to keep your name the same since you'll be here for a while. Your full name is Fallen Joey Brixton and you're eighteen years old, you're in your senior year and transferred in for their sports program, please be careful not to stand out too much" 287 exchanged a knowing look with Fallen before parking the newly purchased car. Fallen looked onto the campus grounds and wondered why it was so bare.

"Was there a reason why we had to take a car, I could have just glitched here, and where are all the students," 287 sighed before handing her a backpack and a few slips of paper.

"You're already late, and school has already started. Here's your schedule and supplies; about the sports thing, only do enough to stay on the team, no need to be a star player," Fallen exited the vehicle and stared down at her wardrobe again before turning to the car.

"Is there a reason why I'm dressed like this, or are you trying to have the entire school staring," Fallen's abdomen was slightly exposed by a thin top that was just shy of the waist of her jeans, the bright yellow design popped against her darker-toned skin, leaving her short sleeves to hug her slightly toned arms. As she shifted her weight onto one side the sun reflected off of her belly button piercing that dangled above her v-line.

Her jeans lined her curves, taking to the shape of her body, exposing one of her demon markings. It was exhausting trying to cover them all up so she left the ones that are usually hidden away exposed. The combination of the dip from the waistline of the jeans and the short top left it for the eye to see. Her dark jeans were paired with white vans, it was easy to tell that they were new. Fallen knew there was going to be unwanted attention, after all, demons and angels alike were crafted to be irresistible to humans, it made luring them and gaining their trust easier.

"Your fashion, down to your make up, is the result of research into what is most commonly worn by young women in high school in this area," Fallen turned away, without another word, and walked towards the opening of the school.

"Before you go Fallen, there was something else the boss...I mean headache wanted me to tell you about the client," Fallen stopped in her tracks and stomped back over to the small vehicle.

"What is it?"

"The client needs to be protected from not only others but may or may not need to be protected from you as well," Fallen's eye twitched at the cryptic message.

"What is that supposed to mean," 287 simply shrugged, he didn't know the answer either. Fallen huffed before stepping away. She couldn't help but wonder, what is so special about this human?

The shuffling of the papers echoed down the hall as Fallen struggled to find her schedule. Amongst, the now crumbled sheets, she found a folded map along with her schedule. She looked onto the overly sparkly wristwatch she had on and matched the time to what class she's supposed to be in. It was the last twenty minutes of her fourth period, just before lunch, that only left her half the day to find and befriend her client.

After a few awkward accidental walk-ins to the wrong classes, Fallen was able to finally find the right room. She slowly opened the door and met the eyes of the teacher that was sitting at the desk. The class was slightly noisy and the students seemed to not notice her for the most part. Fallen could sense the grave amounts of dark thoughts and it was giving her a slight headache. She approached the teacher and before she could explain who she was she was cut off.