chair, avoiding eye contact with the teacher. She hadn’t pointed me out, which I found odd. Didn’t new students usually get pointed out in an embarrassing manner?
The rest of the period was spent sitting in groups discussing classic books. Hannah purposely avoided all eye contact with me. When the bell rang, she grabbed her stuff and bolted to biology – little did she know I’d be in there, too.
I dropped my bag beside her, which made her jump. “I think I’m going to use On A Pale Horse as my classic book for English. How about you?”
She turned to give me a scornful gaze. “Why are you here?”
“I go to school here.”
“No, you don’t. You never have before. Why are you here?”
“Why does it matter? I’m here. I want to learn.”
“You’re an angel. You’re past high school.”
I smiled. “Never graduated, so no time like the present, right? By the way, I’m not an angel. Didn’t we go over this last night? I’m your Guard.”
Her eyebrows raised, and her mouth puckered to one side. It made me laugh. She shook her head, and I took it as her being annoyed with me laughing at her. “There’s a difference?”
The teacher, Mr. Allen, came in and began to talk. I sat down beside her quickly and wrote my response on a sheet of paper. There is a drastic difference between an angel and a Guard.
She sighed as she took the paper and read. Then what exactly is the difference? Are you the special ops of angels?
I chuckled at her response. No. I’m not in any way, shape, or form an angel. I’m damned.
Her eyes widened as she read the paper. What do you mean, you’re damned?
That I am damned. Easy as that.
She let out a frustrated sigh and scribbled quickly across the paper. So you’re from hell, but you watch over me?
Pretty much .
She crumpled the paper up and stuffed it in her bag. “Well that’s great,” she hissed in a whisper, “I have a demon that’s supposed to take care of me.”
“Hey, I’ve saved your ass twice in the past week. Don’t get picky about where the saving is coming from.”
A hand landed on our lab table. “Anything you want to share with the class, Sir?”
I shook my head. “No, Mr. Allen. I apologize.”
He nodded and walked back to the front of the class.
Hannah pushed her seat away from mine, scraping across the linoleum and making an ungodly loud noise. She blushed a brilliant crimson.
I leaned over to her and whispered, “I’m not contagious, Hannah.”
She sniffed. “I don’t know what I did wrong to land a demon and not a guardian angel.”
There wasn’t much I could say to that.
* * *
The day passed ridiculously slow after that. How did humans deal with this idea of school for eight hours a day, five days a week? It was horrible. By the end I was thinking that humans had it worse off than us Guards. That’s pretty bad.
“So, Levi, how was your first day? Any swirlies?”
Ethan was leaning on the lockers, giving me an antagonizing smirk. I punched him in the shoulder for good measure. “Don’t be jealous I get to hang with the girls.”
His face twitched, but then returned to his usual cocky grin. “I wouldn’t want to be visible to humans all the time. The crowds of swooning girls might get old after a couple of decades.”
I put my books in the locker and slung the bag over my shoulder once more. “I gotta go, Hannah is going home and I have to watch her.”
“You two having a homework date?”
“No date of any kind. She hates me.”
Ethan laughed. “Of course she hates you. You’re kind of a step up from a bottom feeder. Now if she had me as a Guard, that’d be different.”
My temper got the best of me. I slammed Ethan against the lockers, willing he and I to be invisible. “I don’t want to talk about it, joke about it, or discuss it in any manner, okay?”
He shrugged. “It’s whatever, dude. Totally on you.”
I dropped him and he rubbed his neck before he continued. “But lemme say this:
Celia Loren, Colleen Masters