Chapter two.

Math.

The only place people by 69 watermelons and no one wonders why.

T-shit.

A month and a half.

I hadn't seen Reyes for a month and a half. At least not in the flesh.

He wasn't angry with me, not anymore. And he came to visit quite often. But we never spoke. In the day times hid stand to the side, watching, measuring. I could feel his jealousy whenever a boy at school flirted, his anoints when Denies scolded, his interest when I conversed with departed. But he kept his distends.

Nights where a nether mater entirely. We were back to our old routine.

The moment I'd foul asleep he would be there, all hot and dark, and sensual. And like before the dreams were covered in such a thick layer of lust that I could barely form coherent thoughts, much less voice them out loud. All my mouth seemed good for was making little ecstatic sounds, so that was no help. Maybe I'd fire it, my mouth, get a new one. One that came with natural lip-gloss, so I wouldn't have to apply my own. Where did one acquire now body ports? People got now organs all the time. I'd have to look in to it. Or ask Reyes were he had gotten his. He had an amazing mouth.

So why wasn't Reyes talking to me?

Had I given him too much information to fast?

I hadn't told him everything. Not by a long shot. Mostly just his stint in prison, his escape, a couple of flashes of demons, a glimpse of his father and the reason I'd turned back time. But still, finding out one was the son of public enemy number one had to be hard.

It twisted my insides, remembering his shame when he admitted it to me.

How indignant he was at the hand that had been dealt to him.

A heavy sigh escaped me as I walked from my car in to the school building.

Maybe I should go visit him. I could stalk him now as easily as he stalked me.

Or maybe- a disturbance near the secretary's office caught my attention, there was a large group of girls loitering around, and the emotions coming off them could only indicate one of two things, ether Brad Pitt had decided to stop by for the day, return to high school, not sure why anyone would volunteer to redo high school, or…

I ran dodging between giggling girls, I pushed past the crowd, and there he was, leaning against the wall, in all his glories perfection.

He barely had time to look up, a heart stopping smile appearing the moment he spotted me, before I was on him. I through my arms around his neck, and pressed my lips to his in a searing kiss that left us both gasping for air. His heat scorched my skin, warming me to the marrow.

His hands where around my waist, and I realized at some point my feet had left the ground, but Reyes held me easily, as if I wade nothing. Sadly that just wasn't the cays.

He leaned back slightly to get a better look at my face. I did the same, steading myself with one hand on his shoulder, the other trailed over his perfect face.

The green and gold flex in his eyes glittered in the fluorescent light.

"What are you doing here? When did you get here? Did you move back? Are you going to be coming to school? Are you-"

"You have to give me a chance to reply, if you want any answers, Dutch." He said, totally interrupting me. Well that was rood.

"Are you?" I prompt him.

"Am I what?" he asked all instant like.

I graced him with my best admonishing scowl.

Those delicious dimples appear at the corners of his mouth.

I noticed Kim standing slightly to the side, watching us with a happy smile curving her lips. She was holding two schedules in her hand and had a school bag at her feet.

She looked a thousand times better than the last time a saw her. Her cheeks were slightly fleshed, and there was barley a hint of the bluish circles around her eyes. And she gained weight, not enough, not hardly, but some, she no longer looked like a holocaust survivor.

I tried to squirm out of Reyes's arms to give her a hag, but Reyes didn't let go.

"Reyes." I said trying and failing again. He just laughed.

"Either your Charlie or are son has a lot of explaining to do." a man in his late forties standing in the office door said, looking at us with amusement evading in his brown eyes.

Though he looked much younger then I remembered him being, I easily recognize the man.

"Mr. Loehr." I said, holding out a hand for a shake. "Mrs. Loehr." I gave her a friendly nod before returning my attention back to my captor.

"Are you going to let me down?" I asked.

"Nope." He said. "I think I'll take you to class with me."

I let out an undignified squeak when he threw me over his shoulder and steadied me with one arm across the back of my knees, the other on my hip.

Then he turned to talk to his sister.

Sighing, I propped myself up on my elbows and looked at the very amused couple who had given birth to the wonderful, if slightly exasperating son of Satan.

"So," I ask them. "When did you get here?"

"Yesterday." Mrs. Loehr answered. "We thought it would take month to get my husband's transfer request approved, but somehow it only took a couple of weeks."

I had a sneaking suspicion that a certain super natural being with an immeasurable IQ that will remain unnamed had a little something to do with that.

"That's great." I said. Then let myself drop back down. "Seriously, Reyes, we are going to need to get to classis."

"I'll take you with me. I'm sure the teachers won't mind a bit."

"I'm sure." I said injecting so much sarcasm in to thaws two words I was afraid they'd collapse under the weight of it.

"Can I see you schedule?" I asked Kim, she handed it to me.

It was exactly like mine. This floored me for a moment, before I remembered the super natural being with an immeasurable IQ that will remain unnamed. Of course.

"You know," I whispered to him. "I'm not sure hacking the school system is initially legal."

"Son of Satan." He whispered rite back.

"For one thing that excuse is getting old, and for another how is Kim going to find the classis on her own.

He finally set me back down, holding my shoulders as the world tilted and spun around me.

"But your wiling to leave me to fend for myself?" he asked, pretending to be hurt.

"Well," I said looking up at him through my lashes. "You are the son of Satan. I'm sure you can fend for yourself." I pated his cheek. "For a little while anyway."

I gave him a soft kiss, then grab Kim's hand to drag her off to the infamies torcher device known as first period.

As we walked away I said just loud enough for him to hear me. "So, Kim, got any stories about Reyes from his childhood, preferably embarrassing ones? And I'm going to need details."

The first two classes went smoothly, and though Kim was painfully shy, I had the advantage of knowing how to get her to start talking. As luck would have it it's the one topic neither of us seems to be able to get enough of. Reyes Alexander Farrow.

We could start a fan club. Kim and I could be the president's. I've always wanted to be president. I'd make all sorts of laws, like a law against getting up before nine seventeen in the morning. And national coffee appreciation day. And I'd probably cancel Monday, seriously who needed Mondays, but then there would be only six days in a week and I wasn't sure how that would work with the seasons and stuff so it was probably a good thing I already had a job as the grim reaper, and a future career as a PI, and the owner of an apartment complex, part owner of a bar and grill, a consultant for the Albuquerque Police Department, a part-time bartender, and not to forget of cores a mother.

Yah, I probably had my hands fell.

But for the moment a fan club shouldn't be too much to handle.

And judging by the glossy eyes and love sick expressions on nearly every girl in the school, getting members shouldn't be a problem. We could have T-shirts and conventions and oh all kinds of fun.

As Kim and I walked between classis we discussed Reyes's penchant for saving my life. She knew most of the stories, he had told her all about me, but I still had to fill in the blanks on something, explain the history behind my near death experiences.

I told her of the first cays I had helped my Dad with.

A girl had gone missing, a friend of mine. No one knew what had happened, were her body was. But the girl knew, and she told me, not able to move on until her mother had gotten some closer.

Of cores that had led to Denies slapping me in front of a crowd of onlookers, my emotions, my confusion and heart had called Reyes, and I'd had to talk him out of killing my stepmother.

In turn she told me about the first time they'd met, when her mother had dropped her off on Earl Walkers door step. How Reyes had had to coax her out from behind the sofa with roman-noodles. How Reyes always made sure to have something special for her on her birthdays. How they'd exchange gifts on Christmas morning before her father would wake up.

But our good luck could only last so long.

By third period it had gotten out that Kim was the little sister of the schools new celebrity and everyone wanted to know more about him.

And I found girls asking me questions too. Wasn't sure why. After all why would they think I know him at all? So I decided to ask.

"Why would you think I know him at all?" I ask Shyla, a toll cheerleader with love in her eyes, I'd never exchanged two words with her but all of a sedan I was her new best friend. Apparently, allegedly knowing the man most likely to be voted sexiest uncle of Jesus did wanders for one's popularity.

"Sara told me she saw the two of you kissing this morning, before class. Are you two like, dating?" there was this hopeful little light in her eyes, that made me want to giggle, or slap her, ether way.

"So I kissed a guy, so what, I kiss guys all the time."

I mean for all they knew I had been seen making out with a total stranger.

And then there was Jessica.

Id managed to avoid her for the last month. Knowing that deep dawn she was a decent enough person helped, but it would seem that decent enough person was deep, deep down, like I'd need a flashlight and excavation equipment to find it and sadly, I just wasn't in the mood.

To her it had only been a copal of month since or brake up and her consequent campaign to brand me a freak. So seeing me surrounded by gossip hungry girls was not doing wanders for her peace of mind.

Her anger and jealousy washed over me when I passed her in the hall raking over my skin like rough wool. So I concentrate on toning her out along with everyone else.

By our fourth class I decided it was all getting a little ridiculous.

Sure the guy was hot, but seriously, if one more girl asked me if we were dating I'd rip her hair out. Oaky, not really, but a grim reaper could dream.

Why couldn't Reyes be beautiful only to me or something?

Unfortunately, that just wasn't the case.

So Kim and I endure, I could feel how much the attention bothered her, so I tried to keep the focus on me, or divert it to others.

Finally the bell rang for lunch.

"I'm starving." I said, as Kim and I grabbed are staff. I was running late this morning and had had no time to make my food, so I intended to go to the cafeteria to grab something.

I could feel the heat before we even exit the classroom. And if that hadn't tipped me off, the hashed whispers and forlorn sighs would have.

He was leaning on the wall across from us, hands in his pockets glaring at the floor. He looked up when we come out, and a lopsided grin tugging at the corner of his mouth, making my heart beat speed up. He looked me up and down appreciatively, and suddenly I found myself wander if Kim would mind terribly if we left her to find the nearest broom closet.

His smile widened as if he knew exactly what I was thinking.

He grabbed my hand as he pushed of the wall.

"Hungry?" He asked.

"Ravines." I replied.

He started to lead us outside, but I stopped him.

"The cafeteria is that way." I pointed in its general direction.

He shrugged, pulled a tinfoil wrapped something from his bag and handed it to me.

"Reyes, I'm not taking your lunch. I could go buy my own; it'll only take a minute."

He winked at me and pulled out a second tinfoil wrapped something. "Got us both covered." He assured me.

I sighed. Can this man be any more perfect?

"All right. That settles it." I said. "I am so keeping you. Sorry, Kim, but you're not getting him back."

He flashed me another heart stopping smile, and the only way I could think to describe his emotions at that moment was bashful. He took my hand again twining are fingers together as we walked out to the playground and sat down in the shade.

I peeled away the tinfoil to reveal a burrito, it smells divine. Preparing myself with a deep breath I took a bite. It was like having a symphony brake out on my tong, my taste beds replied by bursting out in song, and I let out a soft mown of delight.

Kim was giggling, her eyes darting between Reyes and me.

Reyes on the other hand was looking at me from beneath his ridiculously long lashes, he frowned, set his burrito to the side, and I wandered what was wrong, had he given me his burrito by accident? That would be too bad, beclouds he wasn't getting it back. I wasn't afraid to pool hair. I was about to ask, but he reached for me lifting me easily and set me on his lap. Then he picked his lunch back up and started eating again. I snuggled in to his broad chest, let his heat envelop me, and took another bite.

"So," I asked him, after swallowing. "How are classes going?"

I felt him shrug behind me. "Boring."

I knew what he meant. I learned most of this stuff already. Though as I hadn't paid much attention last time around, I figure this was my secant chants, an opportunity to improve. But it was still as boring as before. And I really didn't have the concentration span required for school.

If only I didn't get distracted so easily. But there were simply so many shiny things.

I tried to suppress an annoyed sigh when a group of girls decided to sit near us. They were giggling and sending flirtatious glances at my man. Seriously? I was sitting on his lap. How much more blatantly could someone shout taken?

Reyes's arm snaked around my stomach and began drawing little circles over the exposed skin between my blouse and jeans, sending miniature earthquakes sparking through me.

Kim had taken out one of her books and was going through it. She really did seem to enjoy school.

"Want to tell me the rest?" Reyes asked his scorching breath feathering over my ear.

"What rest?"

"Whatever it is you left out doing your exhibit."

I look up at him accusingly. "You're just trying to steel another kiss, aren't you?"

He let out a soft laugh. "Are you saying that if I ask nicely you wouldn't kiss me?"

"Well, if you say please, I guess I can't refuse."

"That's good to know, but you're changing the subject."

"Dah. It's what I do." I took a deep breath. "This weekend." I promised, trying to ignore the knotting in my stomach.

Reyes leaned forwards, pressing in to me and whispered in my ear. "Please."

With a smile I comply.

The rest of the week went by fast; I spent every available moment with ether Kim or Reyes, going to their house after school, or the pork or the mole. It didn't matter really; I just enjoyed spending time with my man, without having to worry about our daughter or demons or running out of coffee. Oaky, that last one was a constant fear, but really we had a year's supply at home. I made certain.

But something could happen. It could get stolen, or the house could burn dawn, or- and I was staling again.

It was Saturday morning and I had a date with my favorite volatile god who didn't know he was a god, and I was dreading telling him.

I looked in the mirror one last time, even though the privies four times were also the last times, and debated for the zillionth time whether to change again. I was in a denim skirt, a green blouse and of course ankle boots, but was this really appropriate attire for telling ones not exactly boyfriend who is going to be ones husband and destined to be the father of one's daughter that he had locked his future wife in a hell dimension, in the past of course, and that she had returned that favor only to brake free and be captured in another hell dimension that leads to his being forged in to the son of Satan? I mean what did one wear to such an event.

With a sigh I decided it would have to do.

I got downstairs right as my father was letting Reyes in. And what a site.

Dark coffee colored hair in desperate need of a trim curled around his ears, dark lashes framing his gorges brown eyes, a sensuous mouth, and broad shoulders, that maid my knees tern to jelly. He was in a word perfect.

He looked up at me as I walk over, his heat washing over me, the smell of lightning and desert help calm me like nothing else.

"So, where are the two of you going?" Dad asked.

Like I'd tell him, he might just try and have me fallowed. Hid don that ones. To say my date had not gone well would be an understatement.

Then again under the circumstances it wouldn't hurt to tell him. And if it eased the worry he felt at watching his little girl, his angle, his pumpkin-pie growing up and noticing guys then all the butter. "The north pawl." I said. "I've always wanted to see a polar bear. Or maybe the moon. Haven't decided yet."

Reyes chuckled. "We're going to the moon?" he asked, a mix of hummer and affection sparkled in his eyes.

"Like I said, haven't decided yet, though on second thought the moon might not be the best place, not much of an atmosphere, and all that." Gawd I was clever.

My father kept a straight face, though I knew he was laughing, on the inside.

"Be back before five." Is all he said.

I nodded in confirmation. "Will do. If we're not back by then it's probably because I inadvertently brought on the apocalypse by unleashing a volatile god on this dimension and we're all going to die anyway, so I guess it won't matter when I'm home."

My father shook his head, bet Reyes looked intrigued.

We all ignored Denise's indignant huff. Reyes did shoot her a hate filled glare. He really didn't like the woman. Can't say as I blame him.

We walked out the door hand in hand and I couldn't help but marvel that this was my life.

This perfect man is mine, all mine. No need to wait twelve years to get him, wandering who he was, what else his been through. No need for him to go to prison. Hid been spared that. I couldn't help wondering if there would be consequences to my actions would there be a price to pay for sparing Reyes? But no price would be too high not for him, not after all he had already endeared at the hands of Earl Walker. My stomach knotted at the thought, barley two months ago he had still been living with the man who had tortured him his howl life, and be for that the Fosters, trying to kill a helpless baby.

We were just passing an ally, when Reyes stopped, pulled me in out of site and shoved me against the wall, his hand around my throat.

"What or you doing." He growled.

Of course, he could feel my compaction, and as always it infuriated him. But I didn't want to fight. Not now, not ever.

I reached up and brush my hand through his thick hair, his heat penetrating every paw in my body. "Come here." I whispered, totally stealing his line.

His eyes dropped to me mouth and he leaned in, right as our lips touch I shifted us on to the other plane, dematerializing or bodies and shifting elsewhere.