~Three Month Time Skip~

Sam's POV

I lay my head on the desk, barely listening to the teacher. Seriously, stop droning. It's been two minutes since class started! Fucking teachers...

"But enough with the plan for the week." I lazily lift my head. Finally. "We have a student to welcome." I internally sigh. Great. Another kid to terrorize me for no reason. "He is an exchange student from Wales, which is in the United Kingdom. Please welcome him to the classroom." A student walks into the room, and I quietly audibly gasp. Those silverish blue eyes instantly latch onto mine. I gawk at him as he nervously runs his hand through his light blue dyed hair. He fidgets with his Pray For the Wicked shirt, then wipes his(I'm guessing) sweaty palms on his dark blue skinny jeans. His rainbow shoes shuffle on the floor.

"Uh... Hi! I'm Seth." His Scottish accent engulfs my senses and fills my empty skull full of hope. As he fiddles with a small silver band on his wrist, I try to communicate with only my eyes. He looks away, his neck and ears blossoming with color. It starts climbing up his face, adorably.

"Seth, you can sit wherever there is an open seat." I glance around the room. Three open seats. One behind me, one next to... I think her name is Sofia? And one to the left... of... Ken. I can't help but have a small sneer just by thinking about him. He's the main idiot who 'bullies' me. More like he beats the fucking shit out of me. Seth scuffles towards the nearest empty seat, next to Ken. Ken smirks and puts his feet up on the desk.

"Sorry, Leprechaun. This seat's taken." Seth looks surprised then smiles without fear.

"Oh!" He says, turning around. "I didn't know there was shit on this desk. I'll go find another seat." He walks away, almost strutting in a way. Ken growls and glares katanas into Seth's back. If looks could kill... Seth looks at the two other open seats, then walks towards me. Sofia gestures for Seth to come to sit by her, but he stays on course and sat down behind me. I realize that while he was walking, he winked at me. I feel heat crawling up my neck, and I worry that if I blush any more, I'll burn the school down.

Seth's POV

Stupid mortal. Ya can't just try to do that and not expect a comeback. I've dealt with frickin demons, goddammit. Well, good and bad demons. I have some friends who are demons. I wonder how Maze and Jack are doing. I sit my arse down in the uncomfortable chair and glance over at Sam. His neck and ears are bright red, and I let a small smirk paint my face. I guess he caught my wink. I find myself shifting my eyes over to him the entire lesson. Or what I hear of it. Most of it I drone out while admiring the back of his head. Seth stop. Fiends can't fall for humans. Specifically teenage humans. Even if they are really hot. Seth goddamnit. Stop being so gay. As my eyes flit about the room I find my eyes connect with another's. The jerk from earlier. I suspect he's been glaring at me this entire time. I almost let a laugh escape my thin lips when the teacher demands that he 'Stop looking at the new kid and pay attention.'. A few females with different shades of blond hair snicker near the front and the guy who the teacher refers to as Kenneth sighs and looks at his desk. The bell rings and I half-swagger(yet still gay and swishy) on over to Sam.

"So. How ya doing?" The teen smiles.

"Better, now. What are you doing here?" I shrug.

"Vacation."

~Flashback~

"Alright, Seth. You're working yourself too hard," Azrael said, and held out a hand, staring me down.

I shrugged. "It's ok! I've got it!"

Azrael shook his head. "No, it's not. I see it on your face. Give me the scythe and take a break."

I laughed. "Really? Musical theater?"

Azrael smirked. "Just go."

I sighed and replied. "Fine."

Azrael leaned over and whispered into my ear: "Go get him."

~End Flashback~

(A/N): That's all for now folks. Hope you enjoyed these two chapters to start off. Another one will be posted in less than 7 days.

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