Chapter 5 - A Deal with the Devil


Blackmailer- 'On a scale of 1 to 10, you're a 9 and I'm the 1 you need.'

I bit my lip from smiling like a crazy obsessed cat because the Math sir was looking straight at my desk from above his thick black glasses. The second his inquisitive eyes shifted, I typed a reply.

'Please I am a full 10! Don't need to be your lonely 1.'

Blackmailer- 'Honey I'm all you need and more.'

'Keep dreaming.'

Blackmailer- 'Oh I did, which reminds me you must be tired from all the stuff we did in my dreams yesterday night.'

I shook my head, a soft chuckle escaping my mouth.

"What got you all high on happiness?" Simone muttered from beside me, curiously looking at who I was texting.

I led up a forefinger, indicating her to wait. She blew a strand of her hair angrily. "Fine."

'You mean how I beat you up pathetically? Oh yeah, it was tiring but fun.'

I turned to Simone. "I'm not high on happiness. Just happy." I corrected.

She raised her eyebrows with disbelief. "Oh yeah? Have you seen yourself? It looks like you just had mind-blowing sex with your one true love."

I rolled my eyes. "Now you're just exaggerating." My phone vibrated and I opened the text.

Blackmailer- 'Ah yes, you beat me with that Flogger. That was kinky and fun. And those handcuffs and pleasure balls. Such sweet dreams.'

Needless to say, the second I read the first line I was choking on my breath. Making the whole class look at my red embarrassed face. I felt like they were all judging me and had somehow read that text.

"Problem Racheal?" Mr. Arbascus questioned, leaving the unsolved limit question and looking at me.

I gulped heavily, shaking my head. "No no. Just oxygen went in the wrong pipe."

He nodded, clearly not believing me. "Drink water and make sure the oxygen doesn't go into the wrong pipe again. Now when the limit is 0 so-"

"What was that about?" Simone hissed, staring at my phone.

"Nothing." I whispered back, keeping my phone in the jeans pocket, not caring to reply to that text. During the whole lecture, my attention was engaged by specific words in his text instead of understanding the behavior of a limit function.

"You didn't reply to that text." Colton Hastings reminded me as he sat beside me for lunch.

I chose to ignore him and ate my sandwich.

"Were you the one texting her during class?" Simone interrogated ignoring my swift kick to her shin under the table. A mischievous smirk on her face. I knew that smirk very well, last time that smirk was the cause of me getting drunk and singing Jingle bells just in my undergarments.

"No." I instantly said, glaring at Simone.

Colton's eyes frowned. "But I was texting you."

I slapped my forehead mentally. And I knew my gut was right when it whispered that this lunchtime would be embarrassing.

Simone's smirk widened. "No wonder she was blushing the whole time."

"Mr. Abacus-" Ira piped in, using the name we had given our Math sir. "-he caught her choking on her breath with a face brighter than a red flame."

I rolled my eyes. "I told you already, oxygen went through the wrong pipe."

Ira and Eva snorted together. "Did that oxygen come from his text?"

I frowned at them. "Stop talking like that."

"Like what?" They asked together, smirking innocently.

"Creepy." Drew muttered, fake shuddering.

"No one's talking to you Loser." Ira retorted, glaring at him.

He sighed. "Come on it was just hair."

"And where did you get my number from?"

We looked at an awkward Drew with open shock and interest.

"You texted her?" Colton patted Drew's shoulder, holding back a laugh.

Drew hit Colton's arm, a slight pink settling on his cheeks. "I just wanted to apologize."

"Aww." I and Simone cooed together, winking at a scowling Ira.

"Drew's got a crush. La la lala." Nathan sang, instantly followed by Adrian.

"Fu*k you guys." Drew punched their arms, glaring at them.

Ira shifted uncomfortably. "I uh need to go to the library." She spoke hurriedly before anyone could stop her, she was running out of the canteen.

Drew sighed, banging his head on the table. "Great now she thinks I'm a freak."

"No, she doesn't." Eva assured, smiling sweetly at him. "She's just confused. She doesn't like attention, she isn't used to it. So she just doesn't know how to handle it."

Drew lifted his head, looking at us. "I haven't got a crush okay. She just - intrigues me."

We all rolled our eyes. "Whatever you say, Drew, whatever you say."

He scowled banging his head back on the table. "Bloody asshole friends."

We chuckled, Nathan and Colton patted his back. "All will be good honey. You will have your happily ever after." Colton mocked, ruffling Drew's hair.

Drew slapped his arm off, setting his hair again. "That took me 15 minutes to set up."

Simone shrugged, staring at the midnight hair. "Looks the same."

"Get specs."

one warned, holding up her coke can and

aking the can from her hand

e hair around her finger. "Don't

va but finally keeping the can back on the table. "You

to the fries family." He grabbed a handful of fri

t the fries dropping from Simone's stunning face to the groun

rageously. "You mofo." And within a blink, t

w them at the students at the next table. Unfortunately fortunate was our luck that the junior lunch b

n't want to be a part of this. I grabbed some noodles with

ravy dripping down his neck with shock but that quickly turned

e crazed students who were throwing any available foodstuff at anyone who breathed air.

Hastings." I shouted, laughin

ned and threw it in Colton's direction who rap

pink cream and failed to see the burger coming at him from the right side. I

floor. I held the nearby chair for support as I bowed with hysterical laughter. Using that as an advantage,

t go Hastings." I opened my mouth and instantly tasted the chocolate on my lips. I tentatively licked my lips. "

ck my neck?" I slowly

anted to make sure wh

re covered with the same chocolate.

to my neck. "It tas

ection between my brain and lungs

trand of my light brown hair staring into my eyes. "You know

." The words slipped without

e believing what I said.

get surpris

getting surprised by you." With that, he dipped his head centimeters from mine as

" Some idiot shouted, turning over a w

and into the pale blue top drenching it completely. I wanted to kill whoever that person was

ons weren't somethi

p;Smith, remem

uid touch the skin on my chest and stop, makin

od idea." Colton muttered, shaking his

lice to others." I stepped backward

drowned as a furious commanding ma


time. Every student was still as we stared with terro

ver Eva's face. Adrian was under a table hiding from someone. The nerd glasses guy was staring from above th

Congress to shame. He was the youngest principal we had ever had and had been appointed aft

ream man of every girl student if it weren't for his ruthless comportment. With his callous rules and merciless

e process earning a scowl from everyone. We looked at the floor, apparently, that

fat lady in Tom and Jerry but Mrs. Bakes was extremely kind and loved us and oft

rry for her. She would never tell on us and that was

n't appreciate such kind of reckless behavior in my school. If any disobe

itchen when it occurred S

y called me Mrs. Bakes. Your ser

Mrs. Bakes. Every student loved her, there was no doubt to that. She wa

id. She was another favorite of the students. With an incredible body and heart-shaped face, she had

conversation. Hitler turned to face us as Miss. Si

rd the words Rules

to look up. The foodstuff-covere

d we instantly took a step backward, staring at his calm face. It wasn't the 'I'm okay'

and we looked at each other pl

ed at him to continue. "They are a set of prescribed instruction

t occur?" He shouted, making us wince. Instinctively I held Colton's han

e and the silenc

ho star

t be shaking with fear. They were the ones who started it. I didn

repeated with a voice tha

hat, in the years we had learned that just one student didn't stand a chance against Hitler but all of us could. Ever

her here. Probably the only

for lunch and if that's until the year-end then so be it. Also, I will talk personally to your parents about the conduct of their reckless child and their i

eady crying. 20 marks meant losing a whole grade. It was just too muc

Hitler with his name and get away with it. Probably because she had known him since he was in his diapers. He only listened to her in the whole school and at tim

ut Mrs.

y don't do these food fights then who will? You and me? At least

hter was stopped with

or a week, or two if it pleases you. But no student deserves to lose a grade. And look at them, t

n in two hours." And with that, he walked away, closely followe

some even crumbling down on the

janitor's closet is. Get to work." And soon it was onl

asked Simone as we gath

mitted, her face still white as a sheet. "I was so scared so

lder soothingly. "At l

door. It was a small guy with a round face and frightened eyes. Cle

A guy shouted, glaring at him, and the freshe

an muttered, grabbing some scr

Push broom and Colton picked a cleaning spray. I

d cheekily. "I

ry stuff and putting them in a garbage bag. Adrian and Drew had picked up long wiping cloths and were sitting on the ch

fall right on his butt on the ketchup-covered gr

caped my lips. He tried wiping the stain with his food-drenched handkerchief but instead, the chocolate join

o don't strain your nonexistent brains. Start cleaning." C

th at Colton who dodged it and mo

ift had a long list of Starbucks lovers, and recording a Harlem shake video all the while scrubbing the colorf

drian whooped, fist

. The relief that surged through us as Hitler g

he success of cleaning the huge canteen with no adult help we had decided to hold a party at Ali's place the very next day. He was one of the

omorrow night there's no sleeping." Drew

n." Simone bumped her hips with

s." A junior girl wi

n me." Drew suddenly said, his

grinned at the

orts head, Rocky, slapped his b

saying goodbyes and promising

mpoo and soap to make my skin devoid of the food smell and spots. After an hour of consistent effort, my

eyes. Sleep almost taking me over until my p

idea why Kevin wa

pillow. Kevin was the past and I'd like to keep it that way. The phone vibrated

was worth it only because

replaced by a smile and a red

chocolate! Goodnight

'Goodnight and ch

overpowered my thoughts and I fell into a dream where C