Demon In High school

Chapter 9

The next day is pretty much the same except that I'm so sleepy I'm eyeing Cam's backpack as a potential pillow as we are walking in the hallway.

He keeps stopping every once in a while to introduce me to some new faces I haven't been introduced to yesterday, to be honest, I don't even know why he bothers.

I'm so sleepy I can't even glare properly

I don't trouble myself with trying to remember the names of any of the people.

"This is Jack Embers "he introduces me to a burly guy who's muscles look like they would tear his clothes off any moment from now ,he smiles and two dimples mark his strong-jaw lined face

'Hmm...Jack the friendly giant'

I just give him a blank look since my glare isn't in effect.

"Jack always throws the coolest of parties, "Cam says dropping his voice into a whisper "He can smuggle almost anything into his dorm room drinks, music, whatever,you just name it...."

This holds my interest, the giant has suddenly gained some level of respect from me.

Cam parts ways a while after his girlfriend appears who waves and talks to me all cheerful like we have been friends from the last ten years or something.

I drag my feet to the first class during which I put up a gallant fight against my sleep though it soon turns out that my eyelids have a will of their own I refuse to lose as my dire struggles to keep them open continue.

However, I realize that I had lost the war a while ago when Mrs.Morris, the English teacher finds me sleeping in the back of the class my cheek pressed against some poem she had been explaining.

She screams in her nasal voice "Mr..Darkmyr what is the meaning of this ?"

I look up at her through my groggy eyes.

The poem and her explanation both had been so boring I didn't even realize when I dozed off

"Speak up "she says looking at me sternly her eyes piercing and narrowed like a hawk behind her specs.

And I don't like being looked down upon like that a single, Nope not a bit.

So I decide to tell her just how much her teaching skills suck but when I open my mouth a huge yawn decides to consume my face.

Mrs.Morris bellows going red in face with anger as the entire class burst out laughing "Go wash your face and then get straight back to the class"

'What? Seriously!'

And I still have to get back to the class ?.... I'm beyond surprised.

As I make my way out of the class I see most of the people look disappointed.

I'm sure they were looking forward to some argument, which certainly would have been way more interesting than the lame poem.

I don't wash my face and neither do I get back to the class.

Cam finds me at a table in the corner during lunch and his girlfriend joins us .He wastes no time in telling her about the pasta he made yesterday smiling slyly at me

I just hold up the 'hamburger' I'm eating and say "I like this too"

He grins.

I shrug, if he ever feels like stuffing some one up after he has done some cooking,he can always feel free to call me,Who am I to refuse perfectly tasty food?

I drain more than a couple of coffees before lunch ends.

In the painting class Mr.Andrews says by the end of the year he would be selecting few students "with exceptionally good artistic skills" and some stuff about forms, scholarships and getting selected by top colleges. I notice his eyes briefly move towards Mia.

He thinks she is good at painting? THAT good?

I arch an eyebrow, she is painting beside me oblivious to what I'm thinking and absolutely immersed in what she is doing, the colors gliding on to the canvas in confident and flawless strokes. Her hair is tied up in a ponytail just like yesterday and I don't know why but suddenly my hand twitches to pull the elastic band out of her hair and set them free and spilling over her shoulders.

I'll admit but never out loud, that she paints fabulously.

By the end of the class I'm satisfied with my painting too, I'm not much good at shading but the teacher says 'I'm getting there'.