I sat at home, staring at the TV as I flipped through channels, not really paying attention. After a few more minutes of channel flipping, I finally turned off the TV and walked into the kitchen. I ran a hand through my hair as I opened the fridge and looked for something to eat. Despite what some people believe, I don't drink blood, and I don't feed on rotting corpses. I'm the son of the devil, not a fucking zombie or vampire. I sighed and dug through the fridge, finally pulling out some leftover steak from last night. I wasn't too fond of eating leftovers, but hey, beggers can't be choosers. I live alone in this house, with the occasional visit from dad.
Occasional.
He's usually too busy down in Hell to bother with me. Or so he says. He's probably just fucking around with his latest boytoy. I rolled my eyes at the thought, because well, it's probably true. No offence dad, but you're a total whore at times.
I walked over to the microwave before stopping and casting a glance down at my food. I was too lazy to wait for the microwave to heat it up, so instead I just zapped it with some demon power. Yeah, the perks of being the anti-Christ. I think I might have overdid it a bit, the meat looked like it was slightly burned. I sighed and decided it didn't matter if it was burnt, and walked back into the TV room and sat back down on the couch. Instead of trying to find a good channel again, I just stared at the TV, then looked down at my plate. Suddenly I wasn't that hungry anymore. I tossed the plate at a wall and watched it shatter and fall to the ground. One of the minions I had brought with me to Earth quickly went to clean it up.
What? Did you expect me to clean it myself?
I decided to go to bed early. I looked at the clock on the wall above the TV.
3:46am. For me, this was early. I usually skipped the first two periods to sleep in, but tomorrow I had to be at school for that stupid ski trip. The only reason I'm going is because I get a break from this fucking batshit crazy hicktown. Not to say that this town is all bad, I like it here, but too much time here could make anyone go nuts.
I walked into my homeroom class, receiving a few curious glances. My classmates weren't used to seeing me here, and I'm sure most of them expected me to not even bother showing up today because of the ski trip. They probably thought I hated things like that. Well, I kind of do but... They're not all bad.
My homeroom teacher, Mr. D, was already assigning partners as I sat down in my seat. Most of the class had already been assigned. I wonder who I'll ge-
"Damien and Pip" Mr. Dayka announced our names loudly. I snapped out of my thoughts and looked up at the teacher, wondering why my name had been called.
"Huh? What do you want?" I asked in a bored voice. Mr. D sighed, annoyed that I hadn't been paying attention.
"I said you and Pip are partners for the ski trip. That means you need to stick together at all times."
"Oh no. Hell no. No way. Anyone but that fucking British kid." I stated, glancing at the Brit. H bit his lip and looked away when he caught my eye. I looked around the classroom for someone without a partner. Everyone was being forced to sit with their partner, so finding someone shouldn't be too hard, right? As I glanced around the room, I noticed that everyone had already been partnered up. Kenny was sitting beside Butters Stotch, the boy that's always had a thing for Hello Kitty (Anyone could easily tell by the stickers on his binder). Stan and Kyle were whispering to each other, obviously already a pair. I looked for Craig, hoping he didn't have a partner yet. I didn't really like any of the people in my class, but Craig was ok. Unfortunately, he was already sitting beside that twitchy blonde guy, Tweek I think. He's the one with the addiction to coffee. I looked around a bit more, and to my amusement, noticed Cartman and Wendy had been partnered up.
Ha. Well at least I wasn't the only one with a bad partner. For a second I almost felt bad for Wendy.
Well fuck. Everyone was taken.
"I'm sorry Damien, but if you had gotten here earlier, you might have gotten a better partner." Mr. D stared. I noticed Pip shift nervously in his seat out of the corner of my eye. I turned and glared at Pip. There's no way was I going to stick with this loser. The second we get to the hill, I'm ditching him. Screw this partner thing.
Pip slowly got up from his seat and hesitantly sat down beside me as I glared at him. Pip hasn't changed from when I first met him. He even still wore those dorky purple knee-high socks. I'll never understand British fashion.
"Ok class, line up so we can go! Make sure you leave all your bags at the front of the school so the baggage bus can pick it up. And be sure to..." I ignored the rest of what the teacher said, I just really didn't care at this point. Eventually Mr. D got everyone lined up at the door, standing next to their partner. I growled impatiently as we waited to be lead out of the classroom. Pip tried to stand as far away from me as possible, looking like a scared rabbit. I smirked. Maybe this trip won't be so boring after all, if I get bored I could just scare the shit out of Pip for a laugh.
We were finally lead out of the building and to the bus, which were actually couch buses to my surprise. I wondered how the school was able to afford them, but hey, I'm glad they did. We (Unfortunately) had to sit with out partners, and I was not thrilled about this. I sent Pip an icy glare. He took the window seat!
Damn Brit... I swear as soon as we're alone, I'm going to vent my anger by beating him senseless.
As the bus started to move, the small TV screens on the back of each seat turned on. I relaxed a bit, glad we had some form of entertainment on this bus.
Please put on a movie that isn't shitty, please put on a movie that isn't shitty, please put on a movie that isn't-
And they put on Garfeild.
Great, I guess I'll be listening to my ipod the whole time. Can this day get any worse?
I took out my ipod touch and looked through the songs before choosing 'Waking The Demon' by Bullet For My Valentine. I cranked the volume and closed my eyes, trying to relax.
I started to fall asleep, but I felt a tap on my shoulder. I ignored it.
whatever it was kept tapping and ignored me as I tried to brush it away. Annoyed, I opened my eyes and glared at Pip.
"What the hell do you want?" I almost yelled. People looked at me, some of them casting pitying glances at Pip. The small Brit shuddered under my glare and timidly pointed to the back of the bus where the washroom was located.
"I-I said I have to go to the loo, Damien" Pip said quietly. I gave him a weird look.
"What the fuck is a loo?" I asked.
"A loo is a toilet" he answered. "I have to go to the toilet"
I smirked. "So?" I asked. Pip shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
"Could you please stand up so I can get by?" he asked, a pleading look in his eyes.
I thought for a long moment, finding his desperation amusing, before finally shrugging and getting out of my seat. The last thing I needed was this guy peeing his pants beside me. Noooo thank you, do not want.
After he went to the 'loo', I put my ipod back in my ears and put the volume all the way up to block out what ever Pip might say to me in the next few hours of our bus ride.
A/N: Well, not sure how it's turning out so far. It's currently 7:30am here and I pulled an all nighter, so I'm a bit brain dead. Hope you people reading this like it?
~Lily
