Demon: Book 1

Chapter 54: Orange Juice

Grabbing my phone, I put it back in my pocket. A shadow fell over me. I peered up at my teacher with a nervous grin. "Sorry."

"I know it's exciting, but phones are not allowed. Wait until after class."

I nodded. "I will."

He turned to leave. "Oh Aden," he looked back. "Congratulation."

"Thank you." I quickly bow my head and scribbled the answer in my notebook. My face was burning. It was going to be a long day if this kept happening.

***

I threw open the front door and tossed my bookbag to the side. "Mom, I'm home."

"I'm in the kitchen."

Entering the room, I found the table covered with wedding material. My aunt Jenny had her glasses on and looking through invitation examples.

"Where did you get all this?" I grabbed a bin and pulled it to me.

"I asked around the neighborhood as did your aunt." She gave me a smile. "Your wedding is going to be beautiful, Aden."

Sighing, I went to the fridge. I took out a bottle of juice and grabbed an apple from the fruit rack. "You do know that it's not happening until after graduation and that's four months away.

"Four months is barely enough time to get everything done. We have to figure out the invitation, order them, gather everyone address, and then send them out. Find a venue and decided on decorations. Find a caterer, plan the food. Figure out the cake."

"Okay, okay, I got it." I leaned against the counter. "Can you not spread it around?"

"Spread what, honey." She pointed to a color swatch my aunts was holding. "That's the shade."

"A girl at school heard you talking about the wedding at the store."

She turned around in her seat. "I'll try to be more careful, but I'm sure everyone knows now."

I took the bite of my apple and turned to the window. "Can it be outdoors?"

My mother nodded. "I was hoping you wanted an outdoors wedding." She opened her laptop and typed in florist.

This was too much for me. "I'll be in my room." I headed up the stairs, grabbed my bookbag along the way. I tossed it in the corner and flopped down on my bed. I had a feeling this wedding was going to be over the top, and half the guests were going to be werewolves.

***

I stared at my phone trying not to smile. 'I'll see you tonight' showed on my screen under Titus's name. I was overly excited about my birthday, even though it was only going to be my parents and boyfriend, but they were the only people I really want to be there.

Opening my backpack, I took out my lunch and leaned against the wall. I took a bite of my sandwich. Noise came from the hall adjacent to the bench I was sitting on. A locker bang shut, as I type a response of 'Dinner's at 5' and sent it.

Voice approached where I was sitting. I glanced over to see Chris with his usual group of friends. I looked forward and opened up the snack size bag of chips.

"Eating lunch alone, Aden?" Chris stopped in front of me.

I glanced up. "Yep."

"There's a rumor going around school you convinced another fag to marry you."

My expression remained blank. "Yep."

He clenched his jaw. "Titus, wasn't it?"

"Yep," I tossed a chip in my mouth. "The one that kicked your ass a couple times." I met his gaze. "Pretty good for a fag, right?"

Chris lurched forward and grabbed the front of my shirt. He lifted me to my feet and  slammed me into the lockers. His friends checked to make sure no teachers were coming.

"Your faggot boyfriend, isn't here. He can't stop me from pounding your skull in."

I remained still, breathing heavily. "No, he's not." I swallowed hard. "But I'll tell him tonight, you said hi."

Chris released me and stepped back. Patting my cheek, he started to chuckle. "You're lucky, Aden." Grabbing my bookbag, he ripped open all the zippers and proceeded to dump everything out.

Sucking in my lips, I kept quiet. He kicked my book down the hall and started scattering everything else.

"Chris stop it," I reached for my bag. "I get it. You can stop now."

He shoved me back and stomped his foot on my lunch bag. The bottle of juice inside exploded. He dropped my bag into the puddle. I tried to grab it, but Chris blocked my way.

"Stop it, Chris." I tried to get around him.

"Stop what?" he mocked.

"I get it alright." I swerved to get passed him but nothing was working. "Stop it!" I dodged to the side, and Chris stuck out of his. I fell to the floor, peered up at them.

"Pathetic," spat Chris. He kicked the bottle at my face.

I held up my hands to block it, but felt the remaining liquid splash across my shirt.

"Hey!" yelled Mr. Phillips.

Chris and his friends ran for it.

"Hey, stop right there!" He ran down the hall toward me. Slowly down, he sighed before turning to me.

"Are you alright, Aden?"

I started to gather my things. "I'm fine."

He picked up my book and knelt down to help me with the rest. "It was Chris, again right?"

I shrugged, keeping my eyes pointed down.

"Aden."

Letting out a deep breath, I sat down and scooted back against the lockers. "Yeah, it was."

Mr. Phillips put the rest of the things in my bag and helped me up. "You used to be good friends. It's a shame he didn't value it."

I took my bag from him. It smelt like orange juice, and one of the straps was dripping with it.

"Come on. We'll call your mom to bring you some new clothes, or if you prefer, you can just call it good for today."

I nodded and followed him to the office. This birthday had turned into one of my worst, and I just wanted to go home and forget it.