"Craig, I think I'm under some kind of human witchcraft." Evan hissed under his breath to Craig, trying to not let Tyler hear. He could tell Craig was trying to muffle a laugh, it didn't seem to be working out.

"Mr. Thompson, is something funny? Please, do tell." The teacher, Mr. Bishop, said, crossing his arms.

"Sorry sir, I was just thinking about something that happened this morning. You see, Tyler here was walking and then-" Craig started, only to be cut off by the teacher.

"That's enough, Craig. I believe you, just keep your laughter to a minimum, yes?"

Craig nodded, making sure the teacher had continued to teach before turning towards Evan. "What makes you say that?"

"Dude, did you see me? I hugged Jonathan. Hugged. Voluntarily. There's obviously something wrong with me!"

"Or you're part human."

"Craig this is serious!"

"I am being serious, one day and you're already one of them. You're the one who reads a lot about them!"

"Whatever, you are of no help to me right now. I'm having a crisis and all you can do is make jokes."

Evan crossed his arms and returned his attention to the board the teacher was writing on. It read 'The War of 1812' in bold lettering on the whiteboard. He internally groaned, he could understand why humans hated school so much now. It was just as boring as they had heard.

Craig rolled his eyes and turned towards Tyler, who was writing notes as the teacher droned on. He frowned, knowing that Tyler had to pay attention since he didn't know everything about the war like him and Evan. And as much as he wanted to talk to Tyler, he knew that humans needed to learn this sort of stuff.

Meanwhile, Evan was mindlessly doodling in his notebook, paying less than half of his attention to the teacher in the front of the room. To be fair, he did write 'The War of 1812 Notes' at the top of his paper, but his small attention span got the best of him. No one ever said demons were great listeners, not most of the them at least, there were always the odd few.

Evan was just finishing a small bloodstain on one of the fallen soldiers' shirts on the page when the teacher called on him.

"Evan, during what time span did the War of 1812 take place?" His voice was scolding, like he knew Evan wasn't paying attention.

"From 1812-1815" His answer was almost immediate, his eyes not even leaving the page in front of him. Mr. Bishop looked surprised, obviously not expecting such a quick answer from the boy who was most definitely not writing down notes.

"And the war was between the United States and Russia, correct?" The teacher was testing him, Evan could tell. He just thought Evan had a lucky guess.

"No, it was a war fought between the United States and the United Kingdom. The causes of the war included attempts from Great Britain to restrain the U.S trade, the Royal Navy's impressment of American seamen and America's desire to expand its territory. The United States suffered many costly defeats during this war including the capture and burning of Washington D.C. Nonetheless, American troops were able to repulse British Invasion, which boosted confidence and patriotism in the nation. The ratification of the Treaty of Ghent ended the war in February 1815. Some people even refer to the War of 1812 as a 'second war of independence'. Anything else to add, Mr. Bishop?" Evan stated, placing his pencil back into his desk and looking at the teacher.

Mr. Bishop narrowed his eyes at the boy, who was now smirking at him. "Yes, I'll see you in detention Mr. Fong." The teacher said smugly, satisfied with his reply.

"Great, I'll have time to give you some teaching tips." Evan remarked, continuing to smirk at the teacher. There was no way he was going to be shown up by a teacher.

"Do you want a referral?" Mr. Bishop threatened, sick of Evan's attitude.

Evan wasn't entirely sure what a referral was, since they didn't have those in Hell, but he assumed they got humans in trouble. But of course Evan didn't care.

So he stood up from his seat, placing both of his hands on his desk, a glare of determination in his eyes as he replied. "I'd love one, old man." There was a tone of challenge in his voice, threatening even.

By now the class was watching this stare down unfold, the teacher shocked at the gall Evan had. "Principal's office. Now." He growled, shaking himself out of Evan's backtalk.

Evan's smile returned once again. "Gladly." He said, grabbing his backpack off the floor, along with his belongings on the desk and storming out of the classroom. Before he left, however, he glanced at Craig, who looked extremely disappointed at Evan's behavior.

As soon as the door closed, Evan started laughing as he made his way to the front office. "Stupid teacher." He mumbled to himself, shaking his head.

After Evan had explained his situation to the lady at the front desk, she told him to sit down until his teacher showed up.

Evan sat down in the uncomfortable plastic chairs, shoving his notebook into his bag, since he was still holding what had been on his desk. After that he placed the bag at his feet and rested his head on his hand, causing his elbow to dig into his knee.

And as he sat there, waiting for his buzzkill middle aged teacher, he realized what he had done.

He had fucked up, but it was so worth it.