Private rp between myself and Fairy_Tales_Are_Real.

BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! The male groaned, undelighted. Ofcourse it was time to get up when he had only slept about three hours. How silly of him. Pushing him off the floor, he untangled the blanket from his legs and threw it upon the bed. How he had gotten onto the floor from the bed, he would never know. Loud footsteps rumbled in his ears while he walked to the bathroom. Everything was always so loud to him. It wasn't that he had much hightened senses or anything. No, it was the fact that he'd gotten into a fight the night before and his senses were still taking awhile to wind down from using them so intensely. Who knew that trying to kill an innocent because they had been rude to you was bad? That thought made him chuckle.

The warm water pounded down his back, and while cleaning him it also made his senses wind down to the proper amount. God, he hated humans. That was why he went to a "special" school for Supernatural Beings. SBH. Super Beings Highschool. Where all magical beings are accepted, hehehe, qoute unqoute. The cereal was stale today. Maybe he was just lonely, and maybe he wanted to punch some random person in the face. That sounded like fun. Ofcourse, the school wouldn't allow that and he couldn't afford to be suspended again. That would've been the third time that year and four times a year meant you had to repeat the grade level. He'd never failed, and didn't plan on it. Just like he never planned on admitting that he didn't find girls attractive in anyway. They were stupid, emotional, giggling little bimbos that deserved to die. But then again, then there wouldn't be another century without babies...

Drake the demon. That's who he was. Walking down the sidewalk wearing jeans, a black t-shirt, black sneakers, and a black leather jacket, his silver cross dangling from his neck. It kept the werewolves of the school away. They were too tempermental for him. Though, sometimes he could be a bit tempermental himself... Oh well. He was who he was.... At school he all but throwed his some school books into his locker, switching for his first classes. Math was his first class. Where his rival was too... Damn Angels pissed him off. He planned on being late for the class. First time that week since it was Monday, but not the first time being late to that class. What a pity. Not.

Seth instantly hit his alarm clock when it went off. He had been laying there for at least ten minutes. But he never got up before his alarm. He sat up and stretched slightly. He stood and headed to his bathroom. He took a long hot shower, just basically letting the water run over him. He turned the water off and dried off before going back to his room. He looked at his clock and dressed quickly, running later then he had thought.

He sighed and grabbed his back. Off to another day of school. He personally didn't mind school. Sure. There were a lot of people who hated school. But this school was different. This was a school for supernatural beings. Though there were a lot of students who were being forced to be there. One of which was his biggest rival. How he hated that demon. He just couldn't stand that the stupid demon seemed to think he was better. But he wasn't.

Upon arriving at the school, he went straight to his locker. He put the books he didn't need in and took out what he did need. He then headed to math. First class and right away stuck with that stupid demon. He noticed that he wasn't there yet. But then again. He was late often. He sat down and waited for class to start.

{{Sorry if this isn't as long as yours.}}

Ofcourse, the bell rung and he lingered in the halls. Took a sip of water from the water fountain, threw a few fire balls at a few people as the passed. If they tried to throw something back, he just grabbed it and threw it right back. The best thing about being a Demon was that power. Well, that and the fact that sometimes he could turn his eyes red. Scared the crap out of some people. It was hilarious. "Drake! Wassup bro!" Alex. His best friend in the entire world. Fairly attractive, not that he'd ever ever say that.

"Just living another day." Drake told him, doing their special handshake. Hey, guys had made it up before girls had decided to girlify it. Alex laughed. "You always say that man." "That's 'cause it's true. Catch ya' later." He "hurried" to his first period, ten minutes late, and in the beginning of a boring Math lesson. 'Just because you're special doesn't mean that the lessons of basicness are special' AKA, just because you aren't humans you're going to learn what humans learn. Or, his favorite. 'We're too lazy to make our own lessons so we'll use the humans school system'.

Instead of walking in, he materialized in. A special power Demon's had. Most didn't know of it, though it was so obvious. Demon's weren't fast like Vampires, they used sort of like a teleportation power. At his desk in the back, he leaned back and put his hands behind his head with a smirk. He knew he'd be caught sooner or later. But perhaps the Math teacher wouldn't notice. Sometimes teachers were stupid like that. No matter what Supernatural being they were.

Seth glared at Drake as he appeared in the room. But the other students didn't seem to notice. Neither did the teacher. "Why is it that you are always late?" he whispered to the demon. Though he didn't exactly care. But he was sure it was because Drake was jealous that he was better then him. At everything. Sure. There were somethings the demon was better at. Though those things were more demonic. Which was something that he himself couldn't do.

{{Sorry about the length of this post.}}

Drake's light red eyes looked over at Seth, the Angel. Normally, they were red, but when he wanted to scare people his whole eye turned red. White, pupil everything, and a bright red. Like blood.... But they weren't that way now. He held back a chuckle to what he asked. Ofcourse the goodie two shoes wanted to know why he was so bad and late to class. He rolled his eyes instead. "It's called being busy. I have better things to do than hearing Mr. Monotone talk about paraquatic equations." (I don't know if that is real I just made it up, so yeah..) Drake whispered back.

Drake didn't understand why Seth had to be so nosy. Did it really matter if he was late or not? It wasn't like Seth should care what he did. It wasn't like he was jealous or anything. Not way in hell (No pun intended). They were too different for him to be jealous. Right? ... Sure, he had to admit the Angel was kind of cute... In a boyish way... But honestly, he was too new in his sexual desires to know what type of boy he liked. Right now he was all over the place. Whoever he thought was cute was cute and that was that.

"You shouldn't talk about a teacher that way. So.. If you don't tell me why you decided to be late, again, I'll have to tell the teacher you were late." Seth whispered. And still not sure why it mattered. Drake was late all the time. So it wasn't anything new. Yet it still made him curious about why he was always late. Drake was the only demon who was constantly late.

Drake sighed. "Because I felt like it." He mumbled back to the Angel. He didn't care if Seth told the teacher if he was late again, he just didn't want to make a whole commotion where he ended up in the principal's office again. It was never fun in there. The principal was like satin. Except Drake's version of Satin. Which meant the worst goodie two shoe Angel of all frickin time. Which meant he had a lecture about being good and yadda yadda yadda and then detention. Detention was just annoying honestly. So, he tried to not do anything to get it. He knew every loophole there was in the book. And flaunted it.

"That's not a very good reason."Seth said. He raised his hand and waited for the teacher to call on him. The teacher called on him. And Seth pointed out that Drake was late. Again. The teacher turned to him. "To the principal's office. Now Drake." the teacher said. He then waited for Drake to leave before continuing the lesson.

Drake's jaw dropped. Seriously?! His eyes glowed bright red, entirely. He glared at the angel. It was the truth and he got punished?! He was not telling the truth anymore... He grabbed his things and stalked out angirly. Then passed all the other "troublemakers" and straight into the principal's office. He lifted the kid sitting in the chair. "Out. Now!" The kid ran off without another word. Drake slammed his bookbag onto the ground and sat at the chair. "Let's go. I don't have all day." And so the lecture droaned on.....

Seth smirked slightly as Drake left. He liked making the demon mad. It amused him to see his reactions. Nobody else reacts like that. He turned his attention back to the teacher's lesson. Though he was barely paying attention. Math was his least favorite subject. Always had been. And it made it worse that Drake was in it. But now he was gone, so it was easier to focus.

Instead of detention, Drake was forced to join the schools basketball team. Even if it was the vampires and werewolves turf. Just wonderful. He imagined burning the Angel to a crisp and him exploding with one blast of his fireballs. By the time he was let out it was lunch time. He stalked to his table, full of Demon's and maybe a few other beings. Like a Darklighter, and such. He stayed quiet, too angry to talk much. He almost burned his cheese sandwhich because his hands began to heat with wanting to throw a fireball. But instead smoked it, the cheese melting. That was the only reason why he only put cheese on his sandwhiches. Was because if anything it turned into a grilled cheese sandwhich.

Seth sat at lunch at a table with his friends. Who were all good beings. He didn't like associating himself with evil. It was enough that his biggest rival was a demon. When Drake came into the room, he instantly glared at him. He ate his sandwich in silence. Though his friends did talk around him. He occassionally joined in, but only if he was asked something.

Drake had glared back then. But now his back was to the stupid Angel. The basketball team. That's what the stupid Angel was making him go through. Not to mention he would have to be around Vampires and Werewolves. He hated the Angel so much. So much he didn't dare think of his name. He finished his lunch and stood up angrily. Without saying anything he stalked out to go talk to the basketball couch like the principal had ordered. He was so pissed.

Seth watched him going, a small smirk on his face. He finished eating and dumped his tray. He returned to his table. Once he sat back down, he focused on what his friends were saying. He now actually joined in the conversations. But soon enough, the bell rang for the next class. He sighed slightly and stood up. He headed off to his next class.

Drake threw his backpack to the benches to catch a basketball that was thrown at his face by a werewolf. Obviosly they weren't happy he was on their turf. Sometimes they didn't even have to go to class as long as they were on the basketball court. He threw it back, the werewolf laughing too hard to notice it until the ball hit him smack in the cheek making him drop to the floor. He looked for the couch who came out at the sound of a yelp. Ofcourse, Drake got in trouble but all he had to do was shove the principal's note at the couch to make him shut up and then leave. He looked over at the small amount of vampires and werewolves who had actually learned to get along, kind of. They were pissed and began to tease "knowing" that there was no way he could possibly play basketball. His eyes still entirely red he gritted his teeth and took his jacket off, throwing it to where his backpack was on the bleaches before creaming their butts at basketball. Mostly because the werewolves fell for his tricks, and the vampires didn't expect him to be "faster" (materializing DUH) than them. Which created a crowd at the gym doors instead of them going to class. And Drake didn't even gain a drip of sweat while they panted and sweated.

Seth stopped, noticing a crowd in the hallway. He pushed his way to the front to see what was happening. He noticed Drake and glared at him. 'I can't believe it. This is his punishment? That just doesn't seem like much of a punishment.' he thought. The entire time he was standing there, the only person he was watching was Drake. He wasn't really interested in sports, yet he found that he couldn't help watching the demon.

Drake laughed and threw the ball to a vampire. "90 to 0. Give up yet?" He hadn't noticed the crowd, but the team had. And finally they gave up. He put his jacket on and grabbed his backpack and left the gym. Though everyone moved out of the way for him. He only glanced at the Angel, not stopping or anything, and walked down the hall. The second his next classroom door closed everyone carried on to their own classes, whispering and talking about. He had made quite the impression and he didn't care. He hated sports. And had practically cheated and no one cared.

Seth watched Drake go silently. He turned and headed to his classroom. Upon arriving, he sat down at his desk and waited patiently for class to start. He just really wanted for the day to be over. He wanted to go home. But he still had a few hours left here, so he would have to deal with it.

Drake got bored of his class and materialized out of the classroom. He hated science most of all. He appeared infront of his locker and just sat there. He messed with his fingers, and sometimes burned an empty sheet of paper. Sure he didn't pay attention in class or do his homework. But he had a B in every single class because well..... he cheated. He used his powers to look at other students papers and so always got an A on every single test. He didn't need school smarts. He was a Demon. Why on earth would he need school smarts? He knew enough to get by on his own. And his dad sent him money every month. Drake lived alone. His mom had died, and his dad moved away leaving him alone. He didn't care though. It'd been that way for awhile now. And it was how it'd been for awhile.

Seth sat in class silently. He lightly tapped his fingers on the desk. He couldn't wait for class to end. After a long time, the final bell did ring. He packed up his stuff and headed out. After saying bye to his friends, he headed home. Back to his empty home. Not that it bothered him. He was used to being alone.

Drake left school, the first one out. But he had at least waited for the final bell to ring. He walked slowly not really in a rush to get home. And then he cursed and remembered he had to go back for basketball practice. He walked back and saw Seth on the way. Since they weren't in school he couldn't get in trouble. He gripped the boy's shirt and lifted him off the ground to be eye level. "Listen you disgusting too good for his own good shoes. I hate your guts. And I swear, if you ever tell on me again and get me into another stupid ass sport I swear to your God that I'll burn you to a crisp so slowly you'll want me to do it quickly." When he was done with that he threw him down and materialized so he wasn't late and get introuble again. He got there just in time for the couch not to notice he was late. He was getting his uniform. How lovely...

Seth felt his heart stop for a moment when Drake grabbed him. And he could feel his chest fill with dread at his words. He winced slightly when he was thrown down. He couldn't believe that had just happened. No matter what he did to the demon, he has never threatened him before. And that was something he did not like. He stood up and practically ran home. Once there, he slammed the door shut and locked it.

Drake just really hated sports. He ran his hands through his black hair and grabbed the basketball uniform. Number 4. How nice. He went into the locker room, and changed into it, putting his things in a locker and locking it. Good thing he had a spare lock. Today they were doing dribbling drills. At first he couldn't do it as well as he did during a game against them all because he had to do it faster now and crouched down low, but slowly he got better at it. Not that he liked it at all.

Seth went into his room. He dropped his bag and fell on the bed. He curled into a ball and closed his eyes. His heart was pounding for two different reasons. One for running. The second was from Drake threatening him. That absolutly terrified him. He didn't think he would react like that. If he had, he wouldn't have told on him.