Chaptre 1: Love at First Site
A flash of light was seen in the sky, pushing the leaves of the cherry blossom trees and raking the dry ones from the autumn floor. Children looked outside, dogs slept, most importantly, no one who really mattered pay any mind. Maybe some saw, maybe some refused to believe what they saw, but everyone continued to live their quiet lives. No one has an extraordinary life in this small town--well, they didn't until they had
me.
And... him.
"Hey, Angela!" my friend Cassidy called. I looked back quickly, my blond hair following as my head turns. My natural violet eyes gleam in the sun as I see two of my friends racing each other to meet me. They both giggle on their way, playfully pushing each other. I tense up a little, up until they finally approach me, bending and holding their knees.
Our school unfiroms are so pretty... I wish they would be more careful with theres. I've never known anything like this, it's awful how stingy they are with what they have here.
Cassidy looks up at me and smiles. "Hey! Why weren't you answering your phone last night?" The wind blows small strands of her pixie cut, which she's been trying to grow out during the summer. I personally think she looks beautiful as is, with her choppy cut barely reaching her neck and almond strands blowing in the wind. I wish i had this sight more often, and not just when her and Veronica were childishly running against each other just to talk to me.
I shrugged "I went to bed early sorry. Can't you just tell me what you were trying to say here? That seems easiest..."
Cassidy chuckled. It was adorable but not the answer I was looking for. Her hazel eyes darted to nad focused on Veronica, who was still taking a minute more to catch her breath. Ironically, she was captain of track and field. But, everyone has their quirks I suppose. I of all people should know...
Veronica finally looked up at me, giving me a view of her breathtaking amber eyes. Her carob curls dropped down her shoulders as she straightened herself, adjusting her tie and dusting off her red, blue and black plaid skirt.
Veronica's amber eyes glimmered. "I know exactly what this one is thinking," she said, slyly, gazing at Cassidy and then back at me, "And I'm sure we're both going to love the look on your face. Buuut, promise you won't freak out too hard, alright?"
I rolled my eyes and smirked, "Me? Freak out? Just tell me, Ronni."
Veronica reached into her navy blazer's pocket, and as she did so I could see Cassidy very visibly getting excited. She then pulled out three white tickets, handing one to me with a very eager aura. I slowly took it, moving my pale finger to read the words...
"Oh... my... gosh..."
I looked up slowly, and I can tell me friends see the glee in my eyes and smile because they begin smiling as wide as possible.
"You guys got One Direction tickets?? And the concert just so happens to be on my birthday!"
The August air around us kicks up, our hair blowing in the wind but all I do is ogle at the words on that beautiful ticket and move strawberry blonde strands from my clear face. Oh my gosh, they know how much I love this band. They're all fans too, but we've all agreed I take the cake between all of us. My grey and pink walls are absolutely littered with posters of the One Direction posse, but my thoughts are immediately interrupted by a blaring school bell. "Awww," Cassidy utters.
I look up and simply smile harder, "The moment was already perfect as is, thank you girls. You're both so amazing! How did you even get the--"
"Remember who my dad is." retorts Veronica.
We all snicker and I turn around, Cassidy and Veronica meeting my side as we continue our stride along the sidewalk. Only now is when I notice all the students, brand new and old, walking around us. I know I could never meet anyone else as amazing as my two best friends, but, the thought still dawns on me sometimes. There could possibly be a girl, or a cute boy just like me... But, I've also decided with help from my parents that Cassidy and Veronica are as close as it gets for humans.
And even then, it's not like the other girl would ever show herself, or i to her.
At that point, we would have both made the same oath to our masters long before we stepped on the soil of this campus. Angels are to keep their identities between them, and their families.
Absolutely no exceptions.
I look out the window on the third floor of this, basically, prison. The outside is much better than the inside of this four story hell. Ironic that I hate a school this much, considering all the other places I've been stuck in. For more than seven hours, too.
The cherry blossom trees's leaves left them gracefully, collecting on the sidewalks and stairs that twist and turn into different buildings. watching the trees lose their leaves is one of the most beautiful things I've seen, but equally saddens me. I can't wait till it's spring again. I've been promised all will be answered in spring, but all I can do is stay here in calculus and dream while mindless squabble is said by my professor.
I close my eyes slightly, my light eyelashes fluttering as I struggle to keep myself awake. Dreams of everything above the clouds invade my mind as I nod off, formulas and aglerithms translating to thoughts of home in my head. Oh, how badly I want to feel the sky against me again, just kick off this plain white button up shirt and boring plain skirt... I want to be home again.
I just need to wait for spring. I'm grateful for Cassidy and Veronica, and for the boys interrupting the lesson, but I... I need spring to come soon. I just do.
White takes my vision over, and I feel my eyelids drop. I sink in my chair, my cheek resting lightly on my textbook, my hair encasing my back and shoulders.
My mother reaches out to hold me, and I'm taken into her warm embrace. Her chest feels soft, and nice, and being in my true form is the utmosts pleasure... much better than wearing the prison those humans call clothing. I'm free, my wings are expanded, I feel like I can breathe again. My mother holds me tightly, pushing me softly away and looking at me with a kind smile, the one I regret volunteering to leave. I've never seen anybody with a kinder smile. her cherry lips creased and her yellow eyes peered into me. She opened her mouth slightly, and...
.
.
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"WAKE UP, MISS LOCKHEART-GORGEOUSNESS!!"
I look up hurriedly, in a daze, hair in my mouth and meeting Professor Orville's tired and aged eyes. I bow my head on instinct and apologize, "I'm so so sorry, I didn't mean to. You see, I didn't get enough sleep l-last night, and I didn't mean to interrupt instruction--"
"Your politeness wont win you out of this one, Lockheart. Please, I hate saying that irritatungly long name of yours! Your grades are perfect but your behavior is not."
I hear masculine yowls and feminine snickers. I sink into myself and cover my mouth and nose with my textbook, looking up and around the classroom. Tears well in my eyes as it all becomes an overwhelming blur.
"Are you even listening to me? Miss Lockhe--!"
The lunch bell rings. Finally, freedom in one way or another.
I slide my textbook into my desk and immediately push myself up, grabbing my leather bookbag littered with One Direction and Harry Potter pins and try my best to brisk walk away from Mr. Orville. He reaches around and his hand flinches but he ultimately just sighs, adjusts his circular brown glasses and sonters back to his desk. I sigh a breath of relief and quickly slide the door open with the rest of everyone who's hurriedly left before me. I hope you can understand why I dislike calculus so much.
Familiar and unfamiliar faces alike gaze at me inthe halls. I'm in a rush, practically shoving my way downstairs. People make a fuss, of course, to which I make good use of carefully my taught manners. People understand, well, some do, but most make sure I hear them complain about me as I spiral down, trying my best to just make it to the bathrooms.
I hate when people see me cry. I can already feel my eyes burning with tears, but I absolutely can't let any of these humans watch me cry... There's so many reasons but I really just want to be spared the pity and drama thaat will follow.
I look up from the marbled floor once I finally reach level one, and make another relieved breath as I hurry my pace for the female bathrooms. They're just at the end of the hall, and then when I'm finished, I can just text Cass and Ronni. I should pull out my phone so I'm already set, I think.
I feel around my blazer pockets, behind my skirt, only feeling the fabric. I stop in my tracks and inhale a sharp breath.
O-oh my god--please no. I can't g-get to the bathroom in time!...
My phone is expensive, however, and I know many girls in that same class who are jealous. I don't know how I ran so far away from calculus without having grabbed my iphone from the desk!
I quickly spin around, my waved strands twisting with my body and encasing the arm's of a stranger as I feel a hard fabric, like leather, against my face and chest. I feel my face get hot, and I can't bring myself to look up. Their body is so firm, this is definitely a male... and he's so tall too, looking down and comparing our legs...I see his ripped jeans; he's seemingly not even wearing the uniform. Where am I? Am I on the outside part of campu--
"Watch it, princess." A stern, deep voice tells me. It's attractive and somehow, otherwordly. Even from the harshness of his tone, I feel like someone with a voice so deep and smooth is my natural protector. His voice makes me feel safe.
But I may not be.
I look up slowly, my eyelids fluttering, I try my best not to sob.
"I-I'm so-sorry..."
I finally meet his face, after traveling up his chest and... he's... nothing like I've ever seen. I take a few spare seconds before his expression hardens to notice how pale his skin is, how choppy his pitch black hair is, and how his red eyes are practically glowing--
I'm not safe, I realize. His voice has deceived me, as his kind has deceived mine for forever...
He is a demon, crossing paths with an angle on Earth.
