Fan Fiction ❯ The Good Book Lied ❯ prince ( Chapter 6 )

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7..prince

Icarus appears somewhat annoyed at Sara's mention of Prince's academic skills. "Yes, I suppose one might say that," he responds casually, waving his hand in a small flourish as if discarding the issue. I didn't know his schoolwork was so important to him. "He was visiting with some new friends on level 2, but when I told him Blue was here he just HAD to come up and say hello." He turns and flashes me a perfect, white smile. ...I hate him.

She looks up again, and I know she's been listening in this whole time. I feel guilty for dragging her here, but it just doesn't feel safe leaving her in the apartment alone, and it'd be weird for me to just come over and visit by myself. Blue's eyes waver with tears, and I suddenly pray that Prince isn't coming up to start trouble. If that bully targets her I'll beat him within an inch of his afterlife.

There is a polite knock at the door, which Sara promptly answers. I stand up and walk over to where Blue is, and flop down on the arm of the couch next to her. No sense in letting her feel scared. We may not be friends, but I have no problem with at least appearing protective of her. Maybe he'll buzz off if he thinks he'll have to go through me first.

"Evening, all," the new guest smiles, and leans over to shake hands with Icarus. I'm disgusted by this display of faux friendship as they smile and nod at one another, and Prince gives Blue a gesture of modest acknowledgement. Psh. I heard enough rumors today about Prince to fill a yearbook. He likes human girls, naive ones. I don't think I should have to tell you the rest.

Icarus offers Prince his seat, and Prince accepts graciously. I think I'm going to vomit.

Blue holds her schoolbooks to her chest, and her aura tells me she's very uncomfortable and not at all interested in the company of the two demon students. I thank God for that much, at least - I don't think I would have the patience or words to convince an absent-minded angel not to be curious about a demon.

"So," Prince smiles as he crosses one ankle over one knee, "how are you girls liking this term? Our teachers are cracking down on the curriculum. They're instating a no-tolerance rule as far as grades go. I wouldn't be here except that I managed to get all of my studying done and had a little time before I have to head off to tennis." He flashes me the same perfect smile Icarus did, and I get that familiar feeling of nausea again. Did they actually STUDY that ridiculous smile and this disgusting idle chit-chat maneuver?! While they're fake-laughing and giving me the preppy "this is why I plan to make this school year my most productive" speeches, I can't help but be in awe knowing that what they're really doing is studying us and reading our thoughts. NO, I'm not paranoid!

I look back to see that Sara isn't in the kitchen. What the hell, she left us!? ...and I was just starting to like her.

Blue isn't talking, and I glare at Prince in case he's the one making her uncomfortable. But when I flash him my worst "back off, buster" look, I realize he's already looking at me. Oh yeah, that's right. He likes human girls, not angels. I think someone said Christian was the one who favored corrupting angels. And apparently he'd gotten his fill this week. ...haha, those girls are going to be in SO much trouble, if they're not already. What, do they think She doesn't SEE that stuff? She isn't too busy to kick our butts when we're THAT stupid.

"Oh, come now Fahren," Prince starts, giving me a disdainful expression. "Don't tell me I'm boring you already." Behind him, Icarus is standing with his hands resting on the back of the chair, that same, stupid, fake smile plastered on his face. I want to hit both of them, but while I normally have that false sense of security, I don't think I could take either of them in a fight. They radiate evil, and swinging fists don't compare to yuck-vibes.

"No... sorry." I'm trying so hard to be civil. SO hard. I just don't have that ability to put off the future the way most of these people in this place can. How can they walk around amongst people they know will be trying to kill them in the years to come? It's driving me crazy as I sit here. Icarus' plastic smile; Prince's red, lustful aura; Blue's oblivious naiveté... I want to scream!!!

Icarus' smooth voice comes now, but I'm not listening to anything but my own insane brain-ramblings, so all I hear is his tone, which is surprisingly genuine -- at least, less snake-like than usual. He's either concerned or acting like it, but I'm not interested either way. We've been too close to these jerks since the moment Icarus started spouting his lies at me. I'm not standing for it anymore.

I reach down, take Blue's hand, and stand up quickly. "It's been real, but we gotta split." Blue walks ahead of me and opens the door, and I hear her footsteps racing across the narrow hall as I approach the doorway. I feel a hand grasp my shoulder, and have to fight my instincts to grab whoever it is and throw him over the railings outside.

"Please, Fahren," I hear Icarus say. "We got off on the wrong foot. I just want you to know I didn't mean to offend you this morning." If he weren't a demon, I'd think he was being downright sincere. ...but he IS a demon, and I'm not stupid.

I shrug his hand away and start to walk out the door, leaving him to shut it on his own. "None taken." I enter our apartment and turn around to shut the door, but I am held fast by his troubled, icy stare. He seems confused, almost disappointed. Well, that's a new one on me. And he's not the first demon to be cold-shouldered by an angel.

Somewhere in my head, I wonder: the question is, is he the first to actually be hurt by it?


To be continued...