Timothy's PoV: I grinned to Rain as she glared at me. I snickered. She turned away. I whispered, "You know... I put the razor on your seat."
"Good for you."
"Whatever," I said and turned away. She's boring. I wish Sean could play with Rain while I play with Kate. It's not that bad though. She gets scared easily.
The substitute stood and walked around the class. Weird. I saw Rain drawing something. She's good at drawing I suppose. I pulled out a book at read it. It wasn't in English. It wasn't in any language on Earth. It was in a demon language.
Rain was singing something quietly. I grinned more. She's a good singer too. Dang... She's good at everything... Wait... WHAT AM I THINKING!? I CANT BE LOVE WITH HER! IM A DEMON. IM OVER 1000 HUMAN YEARS OLD! Oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god... I tried calming down when I heard Rain tease me, "Scared, Timothy?"
"N-no! Nothing like that at all!"
"Ok then," she rolled her eyes and started drawing again, still snickering from my response. I am an idiot.
Rain's PoV: Timothy is an idiot. He was freaking out over there. I snickered and looked at him, "Scared, Timothy?"
"N-no! Nothing like that at all!"
"Ok then," I finished the conversation by looking away and snickering. I started doodling again. I swear. Timothy has a crush on me. I could tell he isn't human... But these idiots (Who are somehow more idiotic than Timothy) couldn't tell the difference between the number 1 and the number 2. Well... Except Storm. We are the only ones who are smart here. I pushed my lime green headband back. People say that I need a new headband because it's 'worn out' and 'old' when I just got it last week. Idiots telling me what to do... I sigh as a girl with black glasses, a black shirt, a dark grey jacket with a dark red belt across her shoulder walked in. She had her black hair down with dark blue highlights at the tips. She also had jeans and tall, black boots. I looked at her and waved, greeting her, "Hey Storm!"
She waved back, "Hello, Rain. Who is the new kid?"
"Timothy. He hates his real name and is called the man made of needles." She snickers.
"Wow."
"Will you shut up about that, Rain?" Timothy asked, butting into the conversation.
"Maybe I will, maybe I won't," I replied with him growling. Storm laughed, "You haven't laughed in a while, Storm," I said.
"I know," she continued the conversation between giggles. I smiled.