The Mysterious Demon

-Nickolas’ POV-

The lads and I walked through the school gates half of us excited and the other half, myself included, with nothing but boredom. Even the trophy cases disinterested me. The only reason we were here was that it wasn’t safe in England any more or else I would have happily stayed there.

Blake walked up to us and handed us our timetables which all differed to my misfortune. Yet at least we had our first lesson together which happened to be science, one of my better subjects.

Before we entered the classroom Zack said something about calling dibs on the seat next to the hottest girl and we all chuckled as I pushed open the door. I walked in, looking around to see that the room was old and run down as well as the teacher who was teaching in it. I had started missing England already. The layout of the room was too much like what you would find on TV and it was almost suffocating. As I scanned the room my eyes met with another pair of grey ones that caught me off guard. We looked at each other but broke off before it could get too awkward.

The teacher said something about us introducing ourselves making me sigh and thankful that Zack volunteered to go first. During that time I couldn’t help but have my gaze go back to the girl with grey eyes. She seemed to stand out from everyone else even though her clothing style was simple and covered. Her hoodie hid anything interesting and I couldn’t tell how tall she was while she was sitting down but I could tell that her posture was pristine and she had a huge dangerous presence. I didn’t like it.

She must have felt me staring again because she looked back at me. This time I didn’t back down. She didn’t either which spiked my annoyance. I introduced myself when it was my turn and kept my stance until we were told to go sit down. “Demonic sits there on her own though, doesn’t she?” A girl called out which made me raise my eyebrow and look towards Jason who seemed to be thinking the same thing as me. Demonic huh? I thought with a little satisfaction before taking a seat behind her. There wasn’t much to see from the back of her head considering her hood was covering most of it but there was a part of her hair poking out with a nice light brown colour.

Zack, who had sat next to demonic, started talking to her which made me half-smile, getting some information from her wouldn’t be bad I had thought but it didn’t seem like I nor Zack was going to get it easily. She didn’t seem interested at all but instead left us hanging which made me scoff and lean back in my chair, reminding myself that she doesn’t matter.NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

The rest of the lesson went by slowly and I could hardly remember anything about it except the fact that it was all a recap of things I had already learned last year. When it did eventually end though the class or the majority of the girls at least, started crowding around our tables, wanting our attention, asking us questions, almost pushing themselves onto us which I wasn’t necessarily against.

Suddenly, I was pulled out of the ruckus when Jake passes me a drawing and says, “check it out Nick, your girl knows how to draw.” I snatched the drawing out of his hands whilst scoffing at him. “She’s not, ‘my girl’,” I reply and looked down as the drawing properly and in slight amazement. “Sure bro, we saw you checking her out at the introduction.” I gave him a half-smile and shook my head.

After that, I looked in front of me, expecting to see the artist in black but she had seemed to vanish which made my smile fall. Out of curiosity, I got up in search of her. Right now she seemed to be the only amusing thing about this school so I had to keep an eye out for her.

I was near the exit of the building when I see her. She’s texting on her phone and looked ready to leave which confused me. The day just started, where could she be going? I decided to stop her so I stood in her path, expecting her to bump into me but her reflexes were quick and she stopped in front of me instead despite not looking up yet. I couldn’t exactly see her face but I’m sure it held a questionable look.

“Where’re you going?” I ask her, looking down at her phone’s screen to see a notification pop up under a guy’s name. Who’s Xavier? I wonder as I wait for a reply. “Far from where your business lies.” She states and walks away from me like I was nothing.

It takes me a few seconds to register what she says but when I do and turn to look at her in disbelief, she’s already gone.

My hands curl into fists. No one treats me with that sort of disrespect and it looks like I’ll have to teach her that lesson for as long as I’m in this school.

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