I'm In Love with the Devil
Description
I'm Dead
I died 120 years ago
But I'm still alive
Senior year. Finally, I was able to start my last year of school. Then I would be able to live my life without any problems. My parents aren't alive anymore, and I live by myself, having to support myself when im only 18. I wasn't the smartest in school, but I was willing to study this year so that I could pass.
And no one was going to get into my way
But I thought wrong. There's this man, who just recently entered my life unexpectedly. I have no clue who he is, and he has no clue who I am. He follows me around in the streets, and he sits next to me in class. I find it weird that a total stranger would follow me like that, but I didn't mind his presence, because it makes me feel safe from all the danger. Although, he is dangerous. It's hard to concentrate in school, because his face is so handsome and gorgeous.
But he's dead.
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Foreword
I walked down the busy hallway of my school, not minding anyone else who walked the hall. I saw my best friend down at her locker, but before I would meet up with her I decided to go to my own locker before classes started.
I only had to walk a couple of more steps until I reached my locker. But there was somebody there. A man, not much older than me. He leaned onto my locker and crossed his arms. He looks bored out of his mind, and he looked frantically down the hallway like he was trying to search for someone.
He stopped when his eyes landed on me. He smirked.
I cocked my head in confusion, wondering why someone like him was waiting for me at my locker. I've never seen him in school before. Which wasn't a shocker because I didn't make friends easily. I thought he was new, but he clearly looked like he wasn't.
I walked over to my locker, and I stood in front of him. His eye's never left my eyes, and I was starting to get a little creeped out. He looked kinda scary, and his eyes looked like it could cut through anything. I could already feel this myterious vibe coming from him. But I ignored it.
"Excuse me. You're blocking my locker." I told him politely. He laughed like I was some idiot.
"Yeah, I know." He moved his position a little bit to get comfortable, but he still didn't move out of the way.
What? Was he some sort of kingka? I looked down the hall and spotted Infinite laughing their butts off. Infinite were the school's kingka, and if this man in front of me was too, then he would be down there being idiots too. But he wasn't.
"Well, do you mind moving? Because I need to get my books before I'm late to class." I said. He raised an eyebrow at me like I just said some strange, foreign word to him.
"Class? Since when did you have classes?" He asked, as if he knew everything about me.
"Ever since I started school?" I said, obviously. Of course, I may be a girl and I may care about my looks more than school, but I still wanted good grades before I graduated.
A few people that past me gave my weird looks. What was wrong? Yeah, I may have make up on but I didn't look like a clown, I wore make up everyday. What is that weird that I was talking to a stranger? Maybe it was the fact that i was actually talking, that's why people gave me weird looks. But I ignored it. I needed to get this man off my locker.
"Really?" he chuckled. "You can't have classes. You're dead."
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