Hell High | An Alastor x Reader Lemon Series

War Room

I called a war room meeting with Angel and Cherri that same night. Armed with Chinese takeout and a million ideas straight from the Saw movies, my two friends, Alastor, and I began to layout our revenge. 

"I say we put Nair in her shampoo." Angel said, digging into his low mein, "I bet she would look like Britney Spears during her crazy years."

"She'd find some way to make it a fashion statement," Cherri replied. 

"Why can't we just fight fire with fire?" Alastor asked, poking his steamed bun with a chopstick, "You know, return the favor?"

"You mean dump pumpkin-flavored coffee on her head?" Angel snickered, "I'll video it."

An idea began to turn over in my head. Ignoring everyone else, I let myself fall headfirst into the thought process.

"(Y/N)," Angel's voice snapped me back into reality as he waved his chopstick in my face, "You still with us?"

I looked up to see all three of them staring at me. Giving them a small smile, I said, "She's maintaining that she and Alastor slept together right?"

Alastor put down his chopsticks with a sour look. Reaching over I took his hand and said softly, "You are right, we should fight fire with fire. She says you two slept together, correct? Who said she was any good?"

All three of them looked surprised as they caught onto my train of thought. After a long moment, Angel snorted, "You sure you weren't a lawyer in a past life?"