Back to School

A book doesn't always match its cover, but even the words read on the pages are left open to interpretation. 

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"Your classes should be matched up with Min Yoongi's. It was harder than I last remembered hacking my way into the school system, I guess humans have stepped up their security. "The headache" decided it would be best to keep your name the same since you'll be here for a while. Your full name is Fallen Joey Brixton and you're eighteen years old, you're in your senior year and transferred in for their sports program, please be careful not to stand out too much" 287 exchanged a knowing look with Fallen before parking the newly purchased car. Fallen looked onto the campus grounds and wondered why it was so bare.

"Was there a reason why we had to take a car, I could have just glitched here, and where are all the students," 287 sighed before handing her a backpack and a few slips of paper.

"You're already late, and school has already started. Here's your schedule and supplies; about the sports thing, only do enough to stay on the team, no need to be a star player," Fallen exited the vehicle and stared down at her wardrobe again before turning to the car.

"Is there a reason why I'm dressed like this, or are you trying to have the entire school staring," Fallen's abdomen was slightly exposed by a thin top that was just shy of the waist of her jeans, the bright yellow design popped against her darker-toned skin, leaving her short sleeves to hug her slightly toned arms. As she shifted her weight onto one side the sun reflected off of her belly button piercing that dangled above her v-line.

Her jeans lined her curves, taking to the shape of her body, exposing one of her demon markings. It was exhausting trying to cover them all up so she left the ones that are usually hidden away exposed. The combination of the dip from the waistline of the jeans and the short top left it for the eye to see. Her dark jeans were paired with white vans, it was easy to tell that they were new. Fallen knew there was going to be unwanted attention, after all, demons and angels alike were crafted to be irresistible to humans, it made luring them and gaining their trust easier.

"Your fashion, down to your make up, is the result of research into what is most commonly worn by young women in high school in this area," Fallen turned away, without another word, and walked towards the opening of the school.

"Before you go Fallen, there was something else the boss...I mean headache wanted me to tell you about the client," Fallen stopped in her tracks and stomped back over to the small vehicle.

"What is it?"

"The client needs to be protected from not only others but may or may not need to be protected from you as well," Fallen's eye twitched at the cryptic message.

"What is that supposed to mean," 287 simply shrugged, he didn't know the answer either. Fallen huffed before stepping away. She couldn't help but wonder, what is so special about this human?

The shuffling of the papers echoed down the hall as Fallen struggled to find her schedule. Amongst, the now crumbled sheets, she found a folded map along with her schedule. She looked onto the overly sparkly wristwatch she had on and matched the time to what class she's supposed to be in. It was the last twenty minutes of her fourth period, just before lunch, that only left her half the day to find and befriend her client.

After a few awkward accidental walk-ins to the wrong classes, Fallen was able to finally find the right room. She slowly opened the door and met the eyes of the teacher that was sitting at the desk. The class was slightly noisy and the students seemed to not notice her for the most part. Fallen could sense the grave amounts of dark thoughts and it was giving her a slight headache. She approached the teacher and before she could explain who she was she was cut off.

"There are only ten minutes left until the end of class, today was a self-review day, I'm not your teacher but a sub so just sit somewhere and I'm sure your teacher will be back tomorrow," Fallen turned to the group of young teens and studied them, where are you Min Yoongi? Her dark brown eyes roamed the room as she tried to find this," aspiring rapper." There were only two empty seats on opposite sides of the room, there was a 50/50 chance that she would be sitting closer or farther from her target.

Fallen gave into her impatience and just plopped down into the seat to her left. She crossed her legs and naturally hunched over the desk. "Hi, are you new here, I've never seen you before? My name is David," Fallen could care less for this annoyance with legs. If his name wasn't Min Yoongi then he was just a waste of energy. She propped her chin up and tried to glance at the students on the other side of the room. Her eyes rolled when her vision was blocked. She sighed at the young guy that was staring at her, trying to get her attention, " so where are you from," Fallen noticed the way he looked her up and down. It was subtle but louder than words, she didn't have to peep into his mind to know his thoughts. Fallen blankly looked at the boy until he started to shift awkwardly under her stare.

"Yoongi,  what's with the hood you wear every day," Fallen's ears perked at the sweet sound of Yoongi's name. This was her chance to spot him. She tried to find him but the boy from before was blocking her view of the rest of the class.

Fallen's lips curled slightly, her fist clenched, as she forced a smile," can you move," the boy's eyebrows raised at the first sign of communication between them. He couldn't help but enjoy the way her voice dripped with attitude. It made him want to see her irritated and bothered, who doesn't like a tease?

"Who, me?" The boy watched as the grin on her face faltered to a straight line. A glint of rebelliousness grew in her expression, and it excited him. There was an almost hypnotizing effect that her eyes had as they locked with his. His mind felt like it was slipping away the more she stared. He could feel his shoulders loosen and give way to influence.

"I'll ask again, can you move," before he knew it he was stepping out of her way, it felt like he had no control over his own body. He didn't want to move but at the same time, he couldn't refuse. He gasped at the sudden pull back into himself.

"Something wrong?" David's brows crushed as her voice chimed in. There was a smug grin on Fallen's face from watching the boy's confusion.

"N-no, I just feel off," David excused himself and sat back in his seat. Fallen looked across the room and saw that there was no one with a hood on. She briefly tried to remember who had one on when she walked in, but there was no chance of her recalling something so trivial.

Suddenly a great idea popped into her head, she stood up and made sure to stand in front of the class to get a good view of the students. Why not just call for him? Before she could execute her ingenious idea a loud bell interrupted her. All the students, at once, got up and sped to the door. The substitute followed the group of students out, carelessly leaving the room. One by one, people passed, there was no telling how she was going to figure out who Yoongi was. Fallen's head fell at the feeling of hopelessness. The sound of a boy being knocked into made her glance up. She couldn't get a look at his face because it was blocked by a thick black hood.

"Out of my way weirdo," the boy's body smacked the ground, leaving his things to fly everywhere. Fallen was suddenly thrown off as a strong pull got her attention. Her senses were overrun momentarily as a desirable soul was calling for her. She couldn't tell who or where it was coming from but there was something that made her desperately want it in her possession. Her heart panged and her blood rushed through her veins. The room emptied, leaving just her and the boy on the ground trying to grab his things. She was frozen as the attraction grew, a streak of red was on the back of the boy's hand and her attention was drawn to it. The boy's soul was so ripe that she could see traces of it oozing off him. It was then that 287's words popped into her head.

The client needs to be protected from not only others but may or may not need to be protected from you as well.

"No way," the boy tilted his head up in response to a sudden voice. Their eyes met for a brief moment before the boy noticed how trained Fallen was on him. He quickly gathered his things and barely managed to stumble his way towards the door. He tried, desperately, to seem unbothered, it was a defense mechanism he developed over the years. But Fallen's voice interrupted his escape attempt.

"Min Yoongi," he halted at the door, surprised that his name was being called. It felt like a command more than a question. His posture straightened to project a braver image, but his tone gave his mind away.

"Y-yes," the shake in his voice made him slightly nibble on his bottom lip in embarrassment. His long slender fingers gripped onto the crinkled sheets of paper in his hands. There it went, his social anxiety making every human interaction he had awkward. His self-discipline was interrupted by Fallen's sudden rush to him. Yoongi's eyes shot up and met with hers as she latched onto his wrist, making his papers fall to the ground again. Fallen looked down at Yoongi's hand and could feel her hunger quiet at the contact of their skin. She sighed lightly at the relief, every inch that her skin touched of his, tingled. It was strange and made her wonder who, no what, Yoongi actually was. There was no way that a human, at least a normal one, could make her feel this way.

The overwhelming sense of comfort vanished when Fallen's source of calm was ripped from her. She looked up to see Yoongi looking down at where she touched him, frowning, does he feel it too?  She had to bite back the urge to touch him again and tried to introduce herself. Fallen remembered what 287 advised her to do to approach humans "kindly." She smiled as warmly as possible and outreached her hand.

"I'm Fallen, nice to meet you, Min Yoongi," there was a silence that took over the room. The kind that made you swallow dryly. She could sense the change in Yoongi's emotions. The corners of his lips were pointing downwards, but his aura gave off an almost pink-like sweetness. It lasted only briefly as it was replaced by a sour green. Yoongi bent down and gathered his things. He nodded his head as a sign of acknowledgment and left the room in a rush. Fallen was thoughtlessly standing in the center of the room, her tongue glided across her lips as she tried to process what just happened.

He seemed happy one moment, then not, is this human broken?

Fallen grabbed her bag and went to follow the boy to lunch, where he goes I go, she turned the corner and felt the unexplainable pull again. She searched the halls and noticed a small crowd gathering, she pushed through the people to find who she was looking for standing in the middle, but something was off. She had to squint past the tar-black that seeped from Yoongi, she tapped his shoulder only to have him flinch. Yoongi shifted to see who touched him and Fallen was able to peer at the locker in front of him.

Her eyes landed on paper that was soaked in paint. Humans, is this all they've got? She could only scoff at the childish effort to disrupt the calm. "Ugly freak," she read the words that were inked onto it in a monotone voice. She glanced over to Yoongi and noticed how he simply stared at the words. His pupils shook as he seemed to read them, over and over again.

Fallen half expected the boy to throw a fit, the dark tint to his soul, betrayed his rather calm actions. It was practically screaming how upset he was, but Yoongi simply walked away from the crowd. His reaction surprised her, Fallen couldn't help but think that humans weren't so predictable. Yoongi exited the building, away from the students, and plopped under a tree. Fallen stood for a moment and watched him put his headphones in. He pulled a notebook from his bag and began to scribble down random lines of words.

" Why didn't you say anything," Fallen couldn't help asking, she was curious, unexplainably curious. Her eyes followed Yoongi's fingers that were clasping the pencil. She felt irritated at his lack of response and poked his arm. She hummed lowly at the buzz she got from her skin touching his. Her brows crashed and she stared at her fingertip, what is going on? Fallen was now filled with questions as to how this powerless human was messing with her. She decided to try her luck and test out her persuasion gift on him. She looked up and Yoongi was already giving her his attention. He looked surprised to see her.

She stared into his eyes, it only took a moment for him to try to look away. Fallen could feel a vein bulging as she tried to force her way through. Squinting in the process, she focused and pushed to reach his mind, but there was no luck.

"Are you alright, a-and could you please stop staring at me?" Fallen blatantly ignored Yoongi's words, she noticed that earlier she could sense his emotions. There was a certain calm to the dark tint it was earlier. Fallen knew that in order to do her job she needed him to rely on her. There needed to be a way for her to get closer to him without him finding out what she was, and by the way he was looking at her, she was running out of time. Fallen was great at her job. No, she was the best, but there was a  flaw that she never manage to outgrow. It was her "act now and deal with the consequences later," mentality. She grabbed the confused boy's hand and ignored the rush she got.

"In my experience, there are three ways people deal with emotions they don't want to talk about," Fallen noticed how Yoongi stared at their laced fingers, bothered. She pulled them upward so that their eyes locked. " They tough it out, hurt themselves, or find a distraction." Yoongi blankly stared, there was only the sound of chatter to fill the silence. Fallen scoffed at the oblivious boy's soul-cloud of yellow.

"Min Yoongi...let me be your distraction."