My Unlucky Demon

Water

I walked straight to him as soon as I saw him. As I approached him, the people near him started spreading away from him, is this some kind of tradition? I stretched my arms and held out the bucket of water to him. I want to return it. The last time we came here, Raphael ended up using the water in the bucket for himself. I don’t know why it was up there though.

Still holding the bucket out, I am waiting for him to accept it, but he only glared at me with his green eyes. I placed the water bucket on the desk connected to his chair and intended to go back to Raphael, but the guy got a hold of me. I was facing Raphael who was still at the door, he was saying something and ran to me. I felt something cold pour over me, then I noticed it was the water from the bucket. Everyone was laughing. Why? I thought the water was important to humans...

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Raphael’s POV

“Mallory!” I shouted right after she turned to me. I ran to her, but I was too far away to stop it. Everyone was laughing, I felt heat rush through my head, this is the first time I ever felt like this. The sight of Mallory being treated like this made me mad. My vision blurred for a moment and the next thing I know, the guy was on the ground glaring at me, I can feel a stinging sensation from my fist. It is a strangely satisfying feeling. In just a single punch everyone was silenced. The guy I had hit stood up and hit me back.

“Stop right there!” our professor exclaimed as soon as he reached the classroom.

He told us to stand in front of the class as he tries to resolve our problem, but I couldn’t leave Mallory soaking wet like this, It’s evening already, she’ll get sick. I told our professor that we’ll come back after I get her changed. It was a cold night, but I had no choice but to bring her with me.

I have noticed that Mallory doesn’t take a bath, maybe it was a good thing that she got wet today? Even still, I shouldn’t have gotten so mad and punched him. I couldn't believe myself, this is the first time I ever remember punching a person or getting into a fight for whatever reason. It may even be the first time I ever felt this much anger in my life.

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Mallory has no money with her, there were lots of cheap clothes to choose from, it wasn’t a problem for me. I signaled for her to choose a cloth, but she didn’t even seem to know where to start. I picked a few for her and told her to try them on in the changing room. It only came to my surprise while I was waiting for her when she came out in her underwear, swinging a bra at my face. It shook me and the staff in the store alike. She didn’t know how to wear it! The undergarment she used was actually made of bandage. Luckily, there weren’t so many people in the store at that time, one of the staff noticed us and asked what was wrong, I asked if she can help her put on the clothes, it was really great that she agreed. Really, this girl makes me go on a roller coaster of emotions.

I decided to get her a few more clothes, Michael told us before that she didn’t have any belonging and this much cost doesn’t bother me. It wasn’t so hard picking clothes for her either, she didn’t mind me picking, and everything she wore only looked good on her.

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“Who started the fight?” the first question of our professor. When we came back the lecture have already ended, I thought he would have already asked the class about what happened, but it seemed this professor didn’t want a one-sided story.

I raised my hand. They were all about to point to Mallory, even though she didn’t do anything. As far as I can see from her actions, she only meant to return the bucket of water, but this rude guy just poured it over to her. I was the one who couldn't hold back my anger anyway, it’s my fault.

“It’s great that you’re owning up to it,” our professor said, “Why did you punch him?” he asked.

“He was mocking my friend,” I answered.

The professor looked at the rude guy. 

“It was just a joke, sir!” he explained. A joke!? Does he want me to say that I only punched him as a joke as well!? Mallory tapped me, I didn’t notice I was glowering at him. She twisted her brows and looked at me as if she’s saying “sorry”. I shook my head and smiled at her. 

“I’m sorry sir, it was my fault, but I would like it if they would refrain from doing unfunny jokes as well.” It took me long to think of this line, my brain suddenly felt like it was in a frying pan, I couldn’t think properly.

“I’ll tell the disciplinary office about this, you two will be given 3 hours of community service every day for a whole week as a punishment.” the professor told us and left.

I  have experienced a lot of community service before because of Gabriel who kept on dragging me with him whenever he made a mess. I didn’t think I’ll ever end up doing it because of my own fault.

“Hey, you’re a tough one, aren’t ya?” the rude guy suddenly called to me. “I thought you’d run away already.” he smirked a little, I heard him say, “this will be fun” under his breath as he left.

What is he talking about?