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get ready lucifer

(I didn't mean to kill him, I swear. It was an accident; you have to believe me. I didn't mean for him to die!

Although the world is now a better place because of the riddance of his existance. I didn't mean to kill him, but I sure as hell don't regret it.

The bastard had it coming.)

' Given that a= -10, b=3 and c= -5, find 5a + 9b - 4abc. . . What? Is this even English?' I groaned and dropped my head on the table, the action causing a lot of noise.

"Miss Vaughn, please refrain from executing or displaying your masochistic tendencies in class. The other students are actually making an effort to learn and I will not tolerate you disrupting them," my demonic math teacher reprimanded in a clipped tone.

'I'm already making an effort just by being here, dumbass.'

I scowled while the other students laughed. Do they even know what masochistic means?
I could practically feel Mr Evol's displeased frown. God, I couldn't stand him. He thinks he's better than everyone else and he has this whole 'holier than thou' attitude. To this moment, I haven't got a clue as to what I did to gain his ire. He hated me, if his condescending comments were anything to go by. They always seemed to be directed at me the most. And if I tried to talk to the other students about it, they say its my fault. My fault. Mine! The nerve of those kids.

All the girls think Vincent Evol was soooo perfect. If he wasn't such a jackass I probably would have agreed with them. With his dark hair, chisled face and smoldering dark brown eyes, he's got every female staff member crushing on him. Even the cafeteria lady (Ginger, my brain supplied) and the janitors (Pat and Telly) bat their eyelashes and giggle when he walks by.

He couldn't be much older than the oldest student here, and last I heard through the grapevine, he was single. He would've been my eye candy if it wasn't for his nasty ass attitude.

The guy was so self-righteous it was almost funny, because I was one hundred percent certain he was from hell.

No, seriously. He was sent to by his father the devil to test me; I mean come on, his last name was Evol. That's 'love' spelled backwards. And it was pronounced as 'evil.' That explained everything.

Usually I couldn't care less when someone tried to antagonize me, but Vincent Evol was the only creature (calling him a human would be offensive) on this planet that could make me feel even a sliver of inferioirity.

And I hated feeling that way.

Vincent 'Destroy-Eirlys-Vaughn' Evol could take his two faced assholeness and shove it back up his anus, so he could-

"Miss Vaughn." I glowered at his voice, glaring at the table. I had done it again. For some reason, I could never stay focused in any class. The school counsellor said that was my Attention Deficet Disorder acting up and preventing me from paying attention long enough to actually learn something.

I was only grateful for my ADD in math class, so I wouldn't have to listen to Vincent Evol's annoyingly sultry voice drone on and on about solving the inequalities of quadratic equations and shit I didn't care about. But sometimes I zone out for really long periods of time and when I'm pulled back into reality I'm totally confused as to what happened when I was out.

And Vincent just loved to take advantage of those moments to make me look (and feel) stupid.

"Miss Vaughn," he repeated.

"Yes, Mr Evol, Sir?" I finally grit out.

"Look at me when I am speaking to you, Eirlys." I held back a growl and reluctantly lifted my head from the table to look at the cause of all my unhappiness. His elegant eyebrows were flawlessly raised (what; how is that even possible? Why is everything he does so perfect?!) and his eyes were alight with amusement. His lips were pulled down in a frown but I could see the corners twitching upwards.