Demons in love

First day

Flynn POV

Sitting in this art class is bullshit. Everyone is talking about me, especially girls. I don't have a problem with girls in general, it's just that I don't like them talking about me. Ok, so I'm pleasing to the eyes but there's no need to go all horny teenager on me.

That's another thing, I'm dead. I'm a demon and have been for 164 years old, I was born in 1836. It was strange at first because I didn't know what to do or how to cope with being dead and going to hell. I guess that's my fault for killing people, men women and children.

I was in the mafia needing a place to stay and food, in return for that the boss wanted me to do his dirty work. That was until I was caught in a crossfire and was killed by multiple bullets. Not my finest moment killing people but I was desperate.

It was then lucifer gave me the choice to stay in hell or come to earth. For three years I stayed in hell to practice my powers and how to control them. Then I was let out into the world of humans where I was no longer normal. Instead of staying where i was born and grew up, I travelled a bit.

It was only seven years ago that I've been jumping to different colleges and shit to pass the time. Besides, I might be able to get a boyfriend. Ok, yeah I get it laugh it up. With my dark persona you'd think I'm a bad boy that sleeps with any girl that throws themselves at me. But I'm far from it.

I'm gay and don't like girls. Once again, no problem the them but the hormonal ones get on my nerves. And they don't understand no. Men can't either, but here we are in a society where girls can't wear what they want when it's hot, they can't go out in public on their own without feeling scared or being cat called. But some men get the same.

Some men get felt up by girls, some men get cat called by girls. It's a two way thing and both genders are just as bad as each other. That's why I've stayed single. No ones caught my eye, especially girls. That was until I walked into this art class.

The small boy with brown hair and blue eyes, his strong features yet innocent look. All of the people around him, talking to him that bit taller that him. The boys both at least 6ft and above and the girls no taller than 5ft7. But that boy is very small, tiny compared to my 6ft6 height.

A girl next to the boy started talking to me but I only gave her nods. Not trying to be rude but then again it's not in my nature to be all chummy with people. I was in the mafia and taught that you can't trust anyone other than yourself. I trusted the wrong people and it got me killed at nineteen.

His name sends shivers down my spine. Nikolai. It's not everyday you come across a Nikolai. A Nicholas or a nick yes but not a Nikolai. I wonder how it would feel to moan his name being ba-.

Yep no, can't happen. He's human, I can't get close. He'll grow old and die so there's no point getting close to him. It's better to save the heartache now then get it later. Shit side of being a demon really, hard to get close to people. Also, all the demons I've met are homophobic so I stay away from them.

I never knew I was gay until I realised I stopped looking at girls and started looking at boys. I hated myself at first because I grew up being told it wasn't normal, same sex couples were not allowed and was sinful. Then I started seeing more and more same sex couples and was introduced to the LGBT community which helped me a lot.

Over the years I've had boyfriends but never stayed more than two years. None of which I truly loved, I guess I've been waiting for the right person and I will be for a while. In this school no one has caught my eye other than Nikolai.

"Flynn, do you have any work that can be presented to the class?" Miss welsh got my attention.

I nodded and handed her my sketchbook. She looked impressed then showed the class who all stared at in awe. All but one small brown haired boy.

"Very nice Flynn. One of the best in the class." The teacher gave me my book back.

"Thank you." I replied and went back to drawing. When I finished that piece, I went on to another. It wasn't much, only a wolf head. I have a friend that's a werewolf but don't see each other often. His pack travels a lot so there isn't much time to do anything.

"Hey Flynn, can I see your book?" The girl, Lexi I think asked. I nodded and gave her my sketchbook. She stared at it like it was the best thing she's ever seen.

"This is really good. Nicky I think it's better than yours and your dads." She nudged the boy next to me.

"Good for him." He grumbled. A small smile formed on my lips making me bite back a laugh.

"Thanks, nice to know somethings good for me." My deep voice sounded. I saw his body shudder a little before his snarky comeback.

"I don't care what's good for you or not. It was a sarcastic reply." He rolled his eyes.

"Nikolai." One of the boys said with a warning tone. "Sorry about him, I'm Brandon."

"Flynn." I replied.

"This is Lexi, if she annoys you with her talking just let me know. That's Hayley and Spencer the lastly is Nikolai." Brandon told me.

"Nice name." I looked at the boy next to me.

"Thanks. Definitely better than yours." He sarcastically said with an eye roll.

"Welcome to the friend group." Lexi smiled widely. "Only if you want to though." She added.

"It's ok. At least I won't be on my own." I shrugged.