Demon Love...Or Hate...Or...WHATEVER! *Chapter 6*

F-Cup walked over to me, her smirk deepening as the guys turned and watched, they’re eyes all but falling out of their heads.

Fucking Tease.

God, why did I hate her so much? If I didn’t care, I’d try and evaluate the deep irritation. I was about to, then she stopped in front of me.

“Move.” She looked down her nose at me. I half looked up, but all I saw were…ahem… breasticles. Seriously, how did she get away with that shirt in school???

We sat there for a few tension filled seconds

“What do you want a cookie? There’s two seats, use what little brain mass you have and go sit somewhere else.”Idiot. Did she seriously expect me to do as she said?

I promised myself I wouldn’t get in any fights this year. I was a junior now. I needed to act my age. But I swear, if I was going to get in a fight over something as stupid as a chair, I was going to rough up little miss “too bad for church” pretty well.

“Cyn, sit next to the little De Lune boy” said Prick. I was surprised he knew Von’s name already. Maybe…they knew each other? Could that be why Von and Cree were acting so tense?

“I’ll sit next to Mirror, here.”

“What?” I snapped out of my reverie.

“Her name is Myra. And you better not fucking touch her.” Von hissed under his breath.

F-Cup agreed. “Zach, I want to be next to you.”

“Xipil, sit,” Prick commanded. She pouted, but obliged.

He handed me my stuff, which I took (with an added death glare) from him. He sat down, while Flores began giving notes.

Von pulled my desk towards him, until I was close enough to feel his breath. “Von?” He was always the overprotective brother type, but I didn’t think he needed to go this far.

He ignored me, narrowing his eyes as Prick began to smirk. “That really isn’t necessary; I won’t bite her…much.” That seemed to piss Von off to frightening proportions.

“Mr. De Lune, please put Myra back in her line. Mr. Syoran, we agreed on no more disruptions. All eyes forward.” Flores interjected just in time.

Von grudgingly put me back, though not as close. He turned forward, while Cree propped her compact on the desk. It was placed so she could watch the Prick and me at the same time. All I knew is, at lunchtime, I was getting some serious answers.

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At lunch, Cree and Von were nowhere to be seen.

Second period and third period were block Math (aka the second worst place to be besides hell), then lunch, English, Social Studies and Art. I’d finished my Science credits, so I was done with the subject until gradution.

I didn’t have math with either of the two, so I’d have to wait to see if I had any other classes with them. I grabbed my lunch, and walked outside to the usual spot with Shanti.

I hadn’t seen Prick or F-Cup either, which was a blessing. I thought back to Spanish. Cree and Von were so tense, it was making me nervous, while the bimbo looked bored, and Prick looked entertained. He kept glancing at Von, while outright staring at me. It was annoying as hell. After the bell, Cree and Von shot off like a bat outta hell, whispering something in another language (they’re part Croatian) I couldn’t understand. I really wanted to get the Prick back for his little “retard” comment earlier, but I was worried about the Twins. There was really something bothering them. It was unsettling.

“Hey, so I got most of the new guys’ numbers, one date and someone to take me to the Fall Fest dance all in one day! Aren’t you going to congratulate me, or throw a party for me so I can invite more men?” Shanti tossed her long braids over her shoulder while giving a dazzling smile. I rolled my eyes. Sometimes, I regretted getting her out of her shell.

Sometimes.

“You seen Cree or Von?” I placed my tray down on our usual spot, looking around. You could easily recognize the new students. Some huddled together in little groups, while others just sat or stood by themselves.

“No, I was supposed to have second period with Cree, but she didn’t show up.” Shanti was half paying attention, while tapping away at her cell phone, no doubt entering her newest numbers. “Besides, how can I think of Cree and Von at a time like this? So many boys to do, so little time.” She giggled mischievously.

“If you get an STD, all your going to get from me is an “I told you so” and a ride to the clinic.”

She stuck her tongue out at me. “Please, I’m flirtatious, it’s that low cut red haired one who looks likes she’s going to bring the next herpangina outbreak . See? Here she comes now, with our number one man whore.”

F-Cup came jiggling down the walk, with Derek Nowak carrying her things. She went and sat down at the jock table, the only girl there.

Surprise, surprise.

“Eh, don’t worry about her. Besides, have you noticed how most of the guys from her town avoid her?”It was true. All they guys who she talked to were from here. Every other male seemed to glance at her nervously from out of the corner of their eyes while she walked by.

“We should ask someone from over there. I know! I’ll text one of my new boys’!”

“Shanti, keep your pants on, besides, I have a better idea.”

Tulia was sitting by herself at a nearby table. When I called out her name, she did that whole “me?” routine. You know, the one where they look around and point at themselves.

It gets annoying fast.

I mean seriously, how many people do you know with the name Tulia? Exactly my point.

She reluctantly walked over; Shanti mouthed “She’s got potential.”

“I know” I mouthed back.

“H-hello. I have you in my Spanish class, right?” She glanced around nervously, and wouldn’t look me in the eye.

“Yea, I’m Myra, and this is my friend Shanti. Sit down, it’s no big deal.” Shanti gave her an encouraging smile, which Tulia unexpectedly returned. She seemed more at ease now, and we talked about the non-important stuff, like classes and favorite stores.

When Shanti finally got her to laugh (by referring BACK to my sexual fetishes) I asked her something that had been bothering me lately.

“Tulia, so what’s with that Zachary and Cyndell people? Is there something you guys have against them?” Tulia visibly jumped. She quickly reverted back to her shell.

“We’re n-not supposed to…”She trailed off, eyes wide. Shanti was quiet too.

“What?” I said as I turned to see what could catch their attention so quickly.

Right behind me, smug and irritating as ever, was the Prick.

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*********author’s note:

Herpangina is a STD of blisters in the mouth. It’s contracted by…sucking of the male genitals…yea…