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My Little Devil
Let's just say my day was not going very well. My alarm didn't go off, I didn't have any time to shower, my hair felt real damn greasy, and I had left my manga at home. My manga was probably lonely by now, waiting, wondering when I would be coming home. I could almost hear the poor manga calling out to me. "(Y/N), why? What have I done wrong? It's so cold here, the fans won't stop, and I'm not under the covers." I sighed as I walked to school, getting sweat in my already greasy, dirty hair. The number of students I saw increased as I got closer to my school.
Suddenly the wind picked up and I felt my skirt lift away from my legs. My face grew redder as I heard a phone camera going off. Thank god I always wore biker shorts under these things. I swear, the person who designed these uniforms was a damn pervert. I whipped around and saw the boy who had taken the picture. I walked over and smiled brightly, feigning ignorance to the photo on his phone. "Hey, do you mind if I borrow your phone? I forgot mine at home and need to let my mom know. Pretty please," I said, batting my lashes for added effect. He nodded and handed me his phone, as he blushed slightly. I took the phone, walked a few steps away, and smashed it into the concrete. After picking up the pieces I walked back to him and put the "phone" in his hands. "The next time you decide to take a picture of me, more than your phone is going to be in pieces."
I walked away calmly, but faltered when I heard a familiar snickering behind me. My head slowly turned in the direction it came from, my heart beating faster, and saw him. The man who filled my dreams, standing there, and laughing at me. I quickly turned my head back around and walked into the school, a blush growing across my face.
My classroom was empty when I walked in. Great, my reputation for being the first one was going strong. My seat was in the back, by the window, and secluded from the rest of the class. It thankfully gave me a good reason to have no social life, not like anyone here is worthy of my presence. I sat down in my seat, my thoughts wandering back to his face. The sun had glinted off his silver hair in the most extraordinary way. It always looked so shiny and soft, a perfect contrast to his eyes. Damn, those eyes were freaking brilliant. Red as rubies and deeper than any sea I have seen. If I could I would get lost in them forever.
I was pulled out of my fantasy by the sound of people walking in. The beautiful silence was filled with the redundant chatter of gossiping girls. I sighed in disgust and pulled my headphones out of my bag. Thankfully my music drowned out their immense stupidity. I reached back into my bag to get a random book. I grabbed the thickest, and heaviest, one my hand found. It turned out to be a dictionary. What the hell was a dictionary doing in my bag? I turned it over and saw another book was tied on top. A book, by Frederick Douglass, was tied to this random dictionary. What the hell is my bag trying to tell me with this stunt?!
Just then the teacher walked in and class started, I moved my headphones to rest around my neck. I pulled out a composition book and started to take extensive notes. Before I knew it the bell was ringing and my wonderful day continued.
-time skip to lunch-
Finally, lunch. My best subject by far. At least there was no way to possibly fail at lunch. I usually ate in my first period classroom, the teacher wasn't there and it was nice and quiet. As I walked in I noticed two things. One, I wasn't alone like usual. Two, one of the people in the room was my silver-haired devil. I quickly walked to my seat and rummaged through my bag.
I couldn't seem to find my lunch and them a vision hit me. My lunch, sitting on the counter, as I walked out. Freaking great, and this school didn't have vending machines either, which meant I wasn't eating today. My mood grew worse when I saw my phone didn't have enough battery power for me to listen to music. I sighed, took out my dictionary/ Douglass book, and rested my head on top.
I had almost fallen asleep when a phone rang. Dear God, it was an annoying ring tone. When the guy picked up I felt immediate relief, and then he started talking. This little shit was real damn annoying. I lifted my head and glared at him, but he didn't seem to notice. I looked around to see if anyone else was annoyed.
My little devil was glaring at him too, with his teeth and fists clenched. At least it isn't just me, I thought as my heart skipped a beat. At least he can't get any more annoying, I thought to myself. Apparently I thought too damn soon. This little shit started talking louder, with food in his mouth, while some of it was spraying out. My annoyance grew to rage and my hands twitched.
Before I knew it I had stood up, picked up the dictionary/ Douglass book, and aimed. With a scowl on my face I expertly threw the book at the nuisance. It hit him right in the back of the head, causing him to drop his phone to the ground. The phone broke to pieces and a visible bump began to form. I was breathing heavily as people looked at me with bewilderment and fear. I walked to his seat, grabbed him by the hair, and shoved my face into his. "If you don't talk so loud with food in your mouth, dictionaries wouldn't be slipping out of my hand. Please remember this when you answer your phone."
I let him go and grabbed my stuff. As I walked out of the classroom I passed my little devil. He was trying hard to laugh quietly, and failing miserably. I made sure he was looking as I waved my hand while walking through the doorway. I heard running in the hall behind me and someone grabbed my wrist. The person spun me around and smiled. "Hey there, I'm the awesome Gilbert and I think we should skip the rest of school together," said my little devil. Oh my God.
Author Note: Okay guys, I hope you enjoyed this. I will try to update as often as possible, Thanks
