CH 3 UNDERSTANDING

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"Why are you here?" I choked out still not believing my eyes which were staring straight at Suichi Minimoto, the gorgeous red haired God that came to our school. Or at least that's what every girl (except me) and a few of the guys thought. I would even bet a few teachers thought of him like that as well, it was sickening. but the thing that confused me the most wasn't the adoration Mimimoto seemed to get (Hey,I've been there or still at, I stopped paying attention) but why he seemed to hate me so much and this went farther than me "accidently," pushing him down the stairs. Trust me I would love to do that again. This guy is really starting to get on my nerves.

"Is that your way of thanking someone for saving your life?" he growled out pushing my sanity to the edge with each passing second that passed us by.

"Um, thanks," I said causing a smirk to form on his face.

"There's no need to thank me. If I had known the girl endangered was you than I never would have wasted my time. I would have allowed him to devour you." that was the last straw. I could no longer sit there and allow this prissy boy mock me anymore. I grabbed the collar of his shirt and yanked him done to my level (unfortunately he was a head taller than me but that wasn't going to stop me from beating the crap out of him. And my parents wanted to put me into anger management classes, this works way better than waiting in a room all day and talking about your feelings) our eyes glared into the other waiting for one of us to crack under the pressure, my gripped tightened around his shirt and with venom dripping I forced the question into words that were lingering in my head, "why do you hate me? Did I do something wrong?" I watched as his eyes shifted slightly from confusion, pity, anger then back to hatred leaving me wondering if the pity part was directed at me or not.

His large hand came to rest on top of my hand that was holding his shirt hostage. His fingers curled around my hand then pried and yanked it loose from his shirt now leaving my hand hostage in its place. I didn't like that one bit. It left me in a vulnerable situation reminding me that I was no match for him, physically at the very least, if things started to get out of hand. He was reminding me to know my place. His warm hands that easily wrapped completely around my thin, delicate wrists could with very little to no effort break in a heartbeat. I tried to pull my arm back straining under the newly tightened grip and coming up empty. I wasn't going to break his grip unless he allowed me to I thought bitterly.

"Let me go," I whined still trying to break his grip. He chuckled but obeyed me anyway leaving red marks running along my bruised wrists. I glared up at him while rubbing my wrists, "you never answered my question," I spat at him

He nonchalantly shrugged. "I owe you no explanation girl." He turned around and stared walking off, "I advise you to leave town. Wouldn't want you getting hurt now would we?" he chuckled again before disappearing into the night. What the hell I thought is he threating me? I scoffed and mentally reminded myself to stay on my guard around him.

I left the house for school glad that today was Friday. I needed a day off from everything and planned on taking a trip to the next town with a couple of friends. We haven't decided if we wanted to go shopping or swimming at the beach, even if it was a little cold for the beach the water should still be warm. I was surprised my mother haven't noticed my hour, hour and half absence from home (my father was on trip for" business," he claimed) but then gain she doesn't even notice things like that. The only things she's concerned about me is if I get good grades or not, stupid things like that. She even hired a nanny to take care of me when I was little because "she didn't have time". Even though it gives me a lot of freedom I can't help but wish she was stricter like other parents, you know the saying you're never happy with what you have. My amusement quickly left when I approached the school. The school itself wasn't what changed my mood though as average looking as it was with plain ordinary land scape and the fact that the board clearly didn't want to waste any more money to make the school look more inviting, (old people with no sense of fashion really shouldn't try to design or plan things.) no, it was Shichi Minimoto that was the culprit, even when he's not here he ruins my day. Is the feeling I have for him obsession?

I'm always looking over my shoulder for him now. Greet, I'm turning into a stalker like other girls next thing you know I'll be outside his house peeking through his window. Trust me I didn't find that appealing at all.

I shooked my head clearing it from the negative thoughts running through. I was being paranoid. I sat in my cozy seat by the window forcing myself from thinking of a specific topic I dare not mention because then I would be thinking about it. I absently mindedly stared at the window in the direction the blob demon from yesterday to notice its absence from its spot. Feeling content and not exactly satisfied while listening to Mr. Johnsons lecture on "Who knows what," a favorite topic of his he seemed to always be on along with, "who cares," and "why am I in here," though my favorite is "please kill me," on Mondays. I reread the random words and phrased inscribed on my desk. People have really creative minds. When I grew tired with that I would always count something, being clouds, tiles, light, ants on the window, even leaves on or off of the tree or I would rock on the heels of my chair (I only fell back a couple of times) and or doodle/write on whatever. (Yes, I'm one of the people vandalizing the desk though I like to call it "thinking out of the box" and not using paper like normal people) anything to prevent dying of boredom while listening to him. Sad, I know. I jumped when I felt my leg vibrate glad that no one saw and reached to my cell to find a text from Tsuki, my best friend.

Looking 4word 2 trip. Wish Mr. J would shut up

Ttyl

$chains n bonds$

I texted her back glad that I wasn't the only one board out of her mind and gave Tsuki a thankful smile. Once the bell rung I wandered into the halls being extra careful today still feeling alert with the threat I was giving by some false God. I ignored the giggling girls clustered together by the lockers holding lip gloss in their hands and reapplying the glossy substance on their already shinning lips. I ignored the slab stab of envy for them knowing that if it wasn't for the recent attacks by the demons I would be over there with them. I have been able to see demons in my younger life just like my grandmother who I was a spitting image of. She explained to me why I could see them but it was so long ago and I was a child that I didn't pay attention very well though it was something about my blood. It was probably defective or something and would kill me one day. I don't know. The one rule I do remember was to tell no one of this which I was more than happy to oblige by. Didn't need to be locked up in some loony bin. But I remembered this only recently. My grandmother died when I was five or six and my" sight" of them had stopped and I forgot about them completely like a typical toddler would. You know the saying out of sight out of mind. I still don't understand how I lost the "sight" and why it started back up years later with a force so strong it was like it was trying to fill up the missing years.

Strange that I only seemed to remember all this last night in a dream after being chased and threatened. I was so sure I would have had a dream of being torn limp from limp by the demon and Minimoto standing in the background pointing and laughing. Overactive imagination, I know but it's not like he wouldn't do it. I'm sure if he had a chance he would point and laugh at me all day. Funny how God suddenly transformed into the devil in my mind. If only I know how I would stop the sight again but it wouldn't be the same. Sure I couldn't see them but I would know they're there and not being able to see them would make it worse. Wonder if I can talk to my grandmother from beyond, do some crazy ritual dance on her grave to summon her. Bet that would be a nice view for the other people visiting their loved ones; might even scare them away and get me kicked out. Wow, kicked out of a cemetery that would be a great essay to write for college "well l you see Professor I was doing a ritual dance to summon my decreased grandmother so she could tell me how to make it so I can't see demons anymore and or tell me why I see them. Did you know they exist but are invisible to the normal human eye there's even one on your shoulder." Yeah that would totally get accepted; to the crazy house or maybe not even there I would be too crazy. I would have to be put in a building by myself so I can rot away.

I chuckled slightly walking into my next class. Minimoto was really starting to ruin my life. I did the same thing in this class as the last and was glad when it had finally ended. Being the first person to leave, thankful I was lucky enough to get the seat by the door I almost cursed out loud when a certain red haired devil crossed my path. Or rather I crossed his seeing as I once again bumped into him, lucky for us there were no stairs involved. "Sorry," I mumbled backing away from him to give the two of us some space.

I was fully aware of the eyes boring into mine. I had touched the girl's god and minimoto had touched the boy's goddess. I knew the rumors that always seemed to run around the school, something along the lines with minimoto and I being the "it" couple at school. Too bad they were dead wrong about that. In fact we would never be a good couple as metaphors go minimoto was the dog and I was the cat. Pure opposites, but just as deadly.

"That's alright Miss Valentino," he smiled sincerely at me. "See you later and please be careful," he gently held my hand and brought it to his tender lips kissing slightly then releasing. A bunch of gasps and awes erupted in the hall from the male and females students and I swear I heard some teachers as well.

He winked at me then turned away and diapered into the halls making me wonder if he's pmsing or something. It was obvious by his eyes that he didn't mean anything he did and said but people believe only what they want to believe in, Despite the evidence screaming right in front of their faces. Ignorance is bliss, I thought while continuing to head to my next class ignoring the interruption moments ago that was already being erased from my mind. Not. I took my seat wondering again if something was wrong with Minimoto and why he kissed me. Sure it was on the hand but it was a kiss nonetheless and I certainly don't find any pleasure in it.

"Hey, Rasqul," someone chirped causing me finally notice the blond chick standing at my desk. I vaguely remembered her name to be Sachi on of Minimotos "biggest fans," as they all say but why was she talking to me unless it was to rant on me for being near Minimoto (and kissing) but the look in her eyes told me it wasn't about that.

"Yeah?"I hesitantly said noticing the brightness in her eyes change brighter as I answered

"I just wanted to know where you and Minimoto san are going for your date tonight.'

I wish she was ranting on me instead of the absurdity of words that just flowed from her mouth.

"Sachi san Minimoto san and I are not going out. We're not even friends." I said choosing my words carefully so I didn't upset her. She stared at me confusedly for a moment then leaned closer to my desk allowing me to get a whiff of her tropical shampoo he obviously used this morning. Pushing a blond strand behind her double pierced ear she continued, "That's funny. I was told that the two of you had plans tonight for dinner." She rocked back on her heels as if uncomfortable with this information.

"Who told you that?"

She raised an eyebrow, "why Minimoto san himself told me that along with a bunch of other girls that were clustering around him.

I'm going to kill him. "I'm so…." I started as the bell rung cutting me off in mid-sentence. Sachi gave me a reassuring smile before heading back to her seat encouraging me to go for it. I'm seriously going to kill him I thought again.

I wasn't able to concentrate after that and honestly who would be able to when you had a date with your enemy and you were not informed of it yet. This cycle seemed to follow me all throughout the day as girls and boys came up to me to see if the information they had heard were in fact true. Some glared and gave off the hate vibe towards me and Shuichi for stealing the other away but most congratulated me. They were all saying how happy they were and how they knew it would only be a matter of time before we were married with two kids, (I swear these people had a way over the top overactive imagination. Married and two kids? It was just one date that I was positive I was not going to go to. Let's see how my future not husband feels about that.)

I was glowing with joy when my last class had ended and I was home free from this madness. I'm sure I even ran down the hallways and slammed open the double doors freeing myself from the curious but nerve racking students wishing for once to not be popular. but I can't remember, seeing has how my mind went completely blank when I noticed the devil himself at the bottom of the stairs leaning casually against the wall with his arms crossed over his well-toned chest. He noticed me and waved, a simple hi gesturing me to follow him. He had some nerve I thought rage filling my body with every intention to do him harm.

I'm going to kill him.

I am watching you

Your every move

Stuck to your bedroom wall

I am the fly you can't get away

I will always be there

Even if you don't wish it