Hi! to all you peeps actually reading this! I love you all! 3
A special thanks to storylover167 who was my first reviewer and keeps sending me the big ass reviews! Also, she's my new editor so any crap wrong with the actual wording of the story is her fault (I'm jk! I love her to death XD).
Also I noticed I haven't been putting a disclaimer so here it is! Disclaimer: I don't own Kuroshitsuji. If I did, Sebby would be taking is shirt off in every single episode! XD
Anywho, on with the story!
The next two periods after my interrogation of the girl, Scarlett, dragged on slowly. I couldn't get the damn girl out of my head. She mentioned having parents and demons don't have parents, right? Maybe if I asked to meet them? No, that just sounds stupid. What if I asked to go over to her house? What if I just spied on her from outside her house? But, if she really is a demon, then she would spot me easily. Do demons even really need houses? Sebastian never had one… did he? Aren't demons supposed to live in hell anyway; they only come to the human world to form a contract. She didn't have any sort of contract mark visible on her, especially not her hand. Maybe she covered it up with makeup or something. Can makeup do that?
I dug my nails into the side of my binder in frustration as I approached my locker and I heard a snap as my fingers dug through the binder's hard exterior. I hate it that I don't know anything about demons. Why had Sebastian never taught me? Was he expecting me to order him to do it because I had never ordered him to tutor me as a human, he just did it for my well-being. I quickly opened my locker, threw my binders, and kicked it close leaving a huge dent in it, before casually walking to the cafeteria. I managed to calm myself down by the time I got there.
The cafeteria was a large room with grey circular tables and eight red chairs to each table, but the students had rearranged the chairs and tables around to fit more people and keep others out. I think, though, I was more disappointed in the school colors: red and white. Blue was my all-time favorite color and black was a close second, though I had yet to find a school with those two colors. Sebastian said they were dark colors when put together and schools were trying to "prep" up their students. I don't really see the point when all the girls are sluts and all the guys are druggies, but I guess it's the thought that counts.
That's when I noticed a girl with caramel colored hair sitting all by herself. Scarlett. I was about to walk over to her when something got in my way.
"Hi!" said the girl now standing in front of me. "It's Ciel, right?" she asked. I nodded but kept looking over the girl at Scarlett. "I'm Jade." I finally looked down at this Jade girl and recognized her as one of the girl's from class but was shocked about what I hadn't noticed before about her appearance. She looked exactly like Lizzy with the same blonde hair, green eyes, and plump cheeks. Except her innocent eyes were seductive and framed with heavy eyeliner, her beautiful curls were flat-ironed down, and she wore a short skirt and low cut tank top. She was almost disgusting to look at.
"You're new right?" she asked. I raised my eyebrow at what she could be planning to do.
"Yes," I said cautiously.
"Why don't you let me," she took a step closer, "give you a tour." Then she clutched onto me so her boobs were rubbing against me. I tried to stay calm but took a huge step back and pushed her back with my extended arm.
"Actually, I think I know my way around here just fine." I said and started walking away. "But thanks for the offer."
"You shouldn't keep hanging out with that girl." She said, stopping me in my tracks. I was curious as to what this girl might know about Scarlett so I turned around and walked back over to her. She was standing there with one hand on her hip and a smirk on her face.
"Why not?" I asked trying to ignore her know-it-all appearance.
"She's weird so no one really likes her. Her mom is the town crazy. She doesn't let Scarlett hang out with anyone and just locks herself in her house and stares out her window. It's kind of creepy." So does that mean she really does have a mom? Or is she lying to everyone here too?
"What about her dad?" I asked, curious.
"Now, why do you care so much about this girl?" she said, rubbing herself against me again. I was thankful at that moment that Scarlett had her back to us.
"I have a natural curiosity." I said, trying not to sound too desperate.
"Well, maybe I'll tell you for a small payment." she said letting her finger trail down my chest and stomach. "There's this beginning of the year party on Friday." I caught her hand before it got too low. For some reason this situation reminded me a lot of when I was still a human and trying to get information out of the Undertaker. That's what led me to my next response.
"I know a joke." I said a little too quickly. She raised a seamless, blonde eyebrow at me and looked at me like I was crazy. "Which side of a tiger has more stripes? The outside." There was a moment of silence between us before she curled over laughing. I couldn't believe it actually worked.
"That was the worst joke I have ever heard." She said in between giggles.
"Well, will you tell me now?" I asked.
"That bastard left them years ago. I guess they were all too crazy for him. I don't blame him; I would've done the same thing if I were him."
"Interesting," I said to myself. "Well, I need to go get my lunch now," I lied. I hurried away but could feel her eyes digging holes into my back. I ignored it and bought an apple, so she wouldn't think I was lying to her, before walking over to Scarlett. I sat down next to her and noticed she was reading a book, her sandwich had one bite taken out of it and her soda was open but still very full.
"What do you want?" she asked without even looking up from her book.
"I thought you looked lonely sitting here all by yourself so I decided to come sit with you." I lied.
"Well, unless you want your reputation going down the toilet, I suggest you leave."
"Who cares what anyone at this dump thinks of us. There's only four more years until we're out of here."
"I guess." She said smiling up at me now. There was silence between us and I noticed her unfinished food again.
"Now, why don't you eat your food? Lunch is almost over."
"Why do you care?" She asked.
"Is it wrong for me to be worried about your well-being?"
"Kind of." She said under her breath. I ignored her comment and pushed her sandwich closer towards her. She looked at the sandwich in disgust before picking it up and throwing it in the trash.
"I'm not really hungry." She said and then proceeded to get the rest of her lunch, dump it in the trash, and walk away.
How intriguing.