I doodled in my notebook, smiley faces, flowers, the usual. A couple of the boys in my class tossed a paper airplane back and forth while a boy named Stan tried to reach out and grab it. The girls who sat near me, Wendy and Bebe, were giggling and whispering about another girl known as Red. I think her actual name is Rebecca, but everyone's always called her Red. I guess it's because of that pretty red hair of hers. It's quite a lovely colour, and no one else in our class has it. For a moment I wondered what I would look like with red hair, but quickly banished the thought. I'd make a terrible red-head. I ran a hand through my hair. It was straight and blonde, and went down to around my chin. It's always been like this, and I don't believe I've ever changed hairstyles except for that one time in grade 7 when that unpleasant fat boy, Eric Cartman, invited me over to his house for a sleepover. I had been ever so excited at first, thinking that someone was actually starting to like me. But no, I was wrong. That little wanker cut my hair into a short mess while I was asleep. It took months to grow back to the way it was! As I was busy remembering that sleepover, I noticed the vice principal come into the classroom holding a bunch of forms. She started speaking, but I barely paid any attention to her, just like everyone else in this class. I had just closed my notebook when my ears picked up the words "Ski trip." I looked straight at our vice principal, suddenly taking an interest in what she was talking about. I raised my hand and cleared my throat.

"Pardon me, but did you say 'ski trip'?" I asked, getting a bit excited. Our vice principal, Ms. Vosh, sighed.

"I said, we will be going on a ski trip tomorrow, two o'clock. I want you to bring your own skis if you own any, but rentals will be available if you need. I really wish you'd pay more attention to class announcements Pip." she looked at me sternly. I could hear a few of my class members snickering at me.

"Dreadfully sorry." I said, feeling my face heat up a bit as my classmates snickered more, this time at my British accent. Quite silly of them really, you'd have thought that after all these years they would be used to it by now.

"Just shut up Pip." said a deep voice coming from none other than Damien, the son of Satan, who was sitting only a couple chairs away from me. The class snickered again as I gulped nervously. Back in elementary school, Damien and I had been somewhat friends for awhile... until he turned me into a firework to impress the other children. Back then his voice had been very high, and it had made him sound rather funny and harmless. But, after puberty kicked in his voice became deep and menacing. And quite frankly, rather terrifying. Ms. Vosh waited for the room to become silent before she continued talking about the trip.

"Oh, also, you will be assigned partners, just to be safe. And since I don't trust you to pick your own partners, your teacher will chose for you." she nodded to all of us as the bell rang and everyone started packing up and leaving the room. I was one of the last people out of the room

I simply loved ski trips! I went on the ski trip every year, but usually we didn't have partners. But perhaps it's all for the better. Last year Clyde Donovan had gotten lost in the woods and after four hours, we realized he was missing. One frantic three hour search later, the safety patrol found him and brought him back to the ski lodge. When his mother heard about it, she had threatened to sue the school for not doing a good job keeping her son safe. Luckily, the Don't-Sue-People Panda had shown up and set things right, and all was jolly good again! I guess the school added the partner rule this year to prevent another incident from happening. Maybe I'll make friends with my this year, and we'll have a smashing good time together! I do hope I got paired up with Butters. He's always been a tad bit nicer than the other boys.

I walked quicker then I should have down the hall, my mind focused on all the possibilities for partners, when I landed flat on my face. As I fell, some of the fabric on my pants got caught on the edge of a locker and ripped as I fell to the ground. I heard a chuckle and looked up to see the son of Satan, smiling down at me and getting a good look at my undergarments. I blushed and quickly got up, covering my rear with my history binder. By now all the other students had rushed off to lunch, so it was just the two of us in the hallway. I swallowed nervously, hoping I wasn't about to get beat up again.

"Uh, hello there Damien! Off to lun-" before I could finish, he had grabbed my wrists and pinned me to the lockers with an almost painful grip. He stared at me coldly as I tried shifting my wrists to a more comfortable position. They only ended up hurting more. I gulped, fearing what he might do to me. I squeezed my eyes shut tight, expecting to feel a blow to the face any second. He held me there for a few more seconds before sighing angrily and throwing my wrists down, stomping away. I opened my eyes and blinked, a bit shocked. Now what in the world did I do to anger him? Although none of the people here really need an excuse to be angry at me. Still, I found myself wondering why Damien hadn't tried to hurt me. It's not like he'd get in trouble for it. The school was too afraid of him to interfere. After all, he is the son of Satan.

I stood there for awhile, not doing anything but replaying the scene in my head. He could have crushed me if wanted to! After standing around for quite some time, I hurried off to lunch, thankful that for whatever reason, Damien hadn't hurt me.


A/N: First Dip story I've ever written... So feedback would be nice. I hope I'm not being too OOC. Updates for this will be fairly fast. (Expect another update within the hour)

~ Lily