The Angelic Killer and the Demonic Savior

Pride

I woke up freezing cold as usual in my bed. I looked over at my phone to see the time, 4:35 am.
I groaned and pulled the covers over my head. I had my first class in an hour; at the University of Purgatory. I was a first year at the college; if it wasn't for the full scholarships I received I would most likely be making burgers and living in a shitty trailer like I did when in high school. I turned 19 just last month on October 31. I know...the day of the dead is my birthday. It doesn't help my case with people around here. My mom died giving birth to me, and my dad blamed me for it. He disappeared and I was left to be taken care of by my self absorbed grandparents who would sometimes forget to feed me as a kid. As soon as I turned 18 they kicked me out sending me to go live in a gross trailer until I graduated high school and went to college. My scholarships paid for my tuition and every other expense involved in going to college.
This town is small so everyone basically knows everyone. Especially when one person is considered a demon even though no one has ever talked to me. Sometimes I think I should act like the monster people make me out to be, but I know if I did that then I would be just as low. So, when I can I try to help people as best as I can when they let me. Which never happens...
Practically rolling out of the bed I walked to the bathroom and took a warm shower before slipping on some blue jeans and an oversized orange sweater. My raven hair was short enough that I didn't need to put it up or do anything with it so I brushed it out. I made myself some toast and ate that as I grabbed my school bag. I left the dorm and started making my way to class in the chilly fall morning air.
There weren't a lot of students out but the ones who were kept a distance from me. I was use to this, I've always been the outcast. I made my way into the classroom and sat down in the back pulling out my assignments just as the professor walked in. There weren't a lot of students in my Statistics class mostly because people around here hate waking up early. The door opened and all eyes turned to Gabriel the saint.
If people considered me to be a demon then they considered him to be an angel. He had the looks of one without a doubt with his white blonde hair and deep blue eyes. His jawline was sharp and it was pretty clear he had the torso of a god underneath his t shirt. He looked at the professor,
"Sorry Miss Ellie; I over slept" our professor only smiled,
"No that's quiet alright no need to apologize" he took the seat closets to him which oh so happened to be next to mine.
'Why does this crap always happen to me'
He gave me a sweet smile before turning to the teacher as she started the lecture. I didn't return the gesture and ignored his presence. Gabriel was the purest person to ever exist and everyone around him fell in love. Except for me, there was nothing about him to hate and that's what I hated. He was too perfect.
He was the only person to ever look at me without disgust and it made me uncomfortable. As if he was trying to capture me with his daring looks so he could continue doing something horrible without the worry of me exposing him.