I slammed my laptop shut and walked out the door. I can't shucking believe that I was going to a date! A real date! And with a boy I actually liked, too. I walked past a woman with a nearly clear devil- she must have a good conscience. Oh I forgot to mention my power- I can judge wether people are good or bad by their angels and devils- my... blessing? Curse? I had no idea but it makes me unique. But back to my date. We had been talking for around 4 months untill we both found out we lived in the same area but we went to different schools. We live in Oxford in the UK and are both year 10. After talking all that time we decided to meet up in real life- for a date. I am gay and Thomas is Bi, so we decided to just see if we could try a real relationship.
I walked into the restaurant- Pizza Hut (we both love pizza okay)- and immediately recognised Thomas. Fluffy brown hair, soft brown eyes- he was perfect. Untill I looked down... at his angel and devil. Well actually, just his Devil.
Panic flooded my mind- to have no angel you have to be really bad to others, you had to be a horrible person, I stood still in shock. But... I had talked to him all this time and he had an amazing and kind personality... he couldn't have a devil. But he did. I slowly and cautiously walked over to him, panic flooding every inch of my body. "Hey Newt." Said Thomas politely. "H.. Hi T..Tommy" is stammered. Shuck! Where did Tommy come from! "Ah I'm sorry I was just-" "No it's okay. I like the name Tommy" he responded, smirking. Ugh he was so cute. "Oh okay.. Tommy"
-Time skip 20 mins-
We had just ordered our pizza, we couldn't agree so we just got one large margarita pizza to share. "So tell me about yourself" he said calmly, moving closer to me. "Uh.. I.. Like baking" that was so pathetic- what is wrong it's me? "Me too! Cakes and cookies are so nice." "Yeah, definitely."
After some small talk our pizza arrived. We mainly talked about school and stuff, and the whole time I tried to ignore the devil on his shoulder. I reached out to get a slice, but so did he. We both had reached for the same slice. "Oh sorry!" He laughed. "It's okay, you can have it" I looked down at our hands and realised that Thomas' shirt had slipped up, revealing deep cuts all down his arm. His devil wasn't there for hurting other people... he had been hurting himself.