Never Forget (or something cheesy like that)

This One's Longer

(A/N Hey so this one's gonna be longer than the others for no reason and I just thought of a great book idea for in the future, so tell me what you think. It's kind of a Romeo and Juliet thingy.

A hot muscular demon boy gets sent down to earth in human form by Satan so that he can reek havoc. God gets word of this and sends one of his angels down to stop him. The angel is a small cute baby faced baby boi. To put it simply, he's baby. So, they do end up meeting, and the angel does try to stop him but is also having a hard time trying to hide his feelings especially with all of the demon's flirting.  Bla bla bla, they fall in love but it's like a forbidden love kind of thing. Will they die in the end like Romeo and Juliet? Or will they have their own story with a happy ending?

Pretty cool right? Eh? Eh? Ok anyway, I'll get into the story now. Vámonos!)

The TV remote comes flying at my head as soon as I close the door. I duck and it hits the door with a crash that knocks out the batteries. I see Mr. Holbien walking, well more like stumbling towards me from the living room. It's obvious he'd been drinking because of his awkward sluggish movements and tired demeanor.

"Where the fuck have you been!? We were worried sick when you didn't drag your lazy ass in through this door!"

I stay silent. It's better not to talk when he's like this, other wise he might start to get violent if I say the wrong thing.

" I asked you a ques..." he pauses and glares at me, but I don't know why.

"WHAT THE FUCKING HELL ARE YOU WEARING!? YOU LOOK LIKE A FUCKING F**GOT!"

I cringe at his words when I realize that I forgot to change back into my other clothes. I panic as I try to think of an excuse in my head and don't see the beer bottle flying straight at me. When I do realize though, it's too late. The bottle hits me on my forehead causing me to fall back wards and hit the back of my head on the door, which in turn causes me to black out for a second. I don't remember much of what happened afterwards it's kinda fuzzy since I hadn't completely recovered yet. I remember hearing Mr. Holbien yell at me a bunch, but I don't know what he said. I remember him grabbing me under my arms and dragging to my room as he cursed under his breath. I remember being thrown onto to floor of my small room (which is really just the attic.) And I remember hearing the door slam shut. That's when I must have blacked out again because I don't remember anything else happening after that, but Jake must have come to check on me since I woke up the next morning in my bed not on the floor, and with gauze wrapped around my head where the bottle hit me.

I slowly open my eyes to get adjusted to the light coming from my small window. When I try to sit up I get a sharp pain in my head causing me to lay back down. After a few minutes I groan and check the time.

"Shit!"

It's already 7:55! I'm gonna be late. I jump out of bed not bothering to make it up. I stuff some black ripped skinny jeans, a silver sparkly belt, checkered vans, and a black band T that I cut into a crop top into my bag. I then reluctantly skip a shower and just put an immense amount of deodorant on instead. I thrown on a gray hoodie with red basket ball shorts and gray sneakers before I literally sprint down the stairs and out the door to try and make it to the bus in time. But unfortunately for me, we didn't have a substitute today, so I would inevitably be walking to school.

"FML."

I start the long walk which would probably make me miss at least the first half of first period only to step in dog shit when I walk. Great just great. This is gonna be a long day. I sit on the sidewalk as I attempt to scrape the vile waste off the bottom of my shoe onto the pavement. As I grumble under my breath a car stops in front of me but I'm too frustrated to pay it any attention. It's not until I hear the familiar cheery voice that I look up and see the one and only Brandon Jacobson.