Demon (Book 1: Old Version)

Demon (Original, boyxboy)

Chapter one

Asexual

"Things just aren't working out."

I kept my eyes pointed at the floor. "I thought we were doing alright."

"Aden," Katy breathed, holding back her bangs from her face. "I'm sorry but I think it's time we, well, we broke up."

I peeked up at her. "Did I do something wrong?"

She let out a sigh and scanned the hallway. "No, Aden. You're a great guy," she replied, looking anywhere but at me. "The spark, it just isn't there anymore." She shrugged. "Sorry."

Nodding, I adjusted the book bag strap on my shoulder. "Yeah, I guess you're right." I glanced over at the group of students that had stopped across the hall. "It can be a fresh start for summer. I understand, don't worry about it." I faked a smile. 

"We can still be friends if you want." She tucked a strand of blond hair behind her ear. 

"Yeah," I gave a half-hearted laugh. "Of course we're still friends."

She smiled and put her arms around me. "Thanks, Aden. I knew you'd understand."

I hugged her back and just stood there as she hurried off with her friends. Closing my locker, I banged my head against the door. Glancing over my shoulder, I was receiving plenty of looks which clearly stated I had been rejected, again. 

"Why does this keep happening?" I'd been dumped so many times that I shouldn't be phased by any of this.

"Hey." A hand landed on my shoulder. 

I jumped and spun around. "Chris, a little warning." The guy was a giant, but he still move like a cheetah. 

"Quit day dreaming then, and let's go to class," he laughed.

"I wasn't day dreaming," I muttered as I marched down the hall.

"What's wrong then?" He glanced over at me.

"Katy broke up with me."

Grabbing my shoulder, he gave it a little squeeze. "Sorry about that man. I thought you two were getting along. She seemed fine when we hung out last weekend."

I shrugged. "I guess the spark between us is gone, or something like that."

Chris slapped me on the back, which stung more than comforted me. "Oh well, there'll be others."

"I'm running out of girls," I muttered as we entered the classroom.

"That's your fault."

"Hey," called Katy. She waved toward us and gave me an awkward smile. "Chris, can we talk about out next final?"

He looked at me.

"Go for it," I said with a shrug. 

He slipped passed me and went to sit down in my seat. I bit my lip. I didn't mean that. Trudging over to the row of desk next to the wall, I plopped down in the one at the end. It was just a dumb seat, but the fact that I lost it because of Katy ticked me off. Laying my head on the desk, I wrapped my arms around my face to block out the world. Today sucked. I lost my girlfriend, my seat, and now I was going to fail math. Maybe it'll start raining on the way home to top everything off. 

The bell rang and Mr. Philips walked to the head of the room. "Alright, clear off your desks except for a pencil." He started passing the test packets down the row. 

I rolled my head to the side and waited to receive my death sentence. Math and I didn't get along. 

Chris dropped mine in front of me. "It won't be that bad."