The Inheritence

Chapter 1

"You know what drives me crazy?" I asked Jake, my friend, who was sitting next to me in the cafeteria.

"The fact that we only get one slice of pizza," he said eyeing my slice of pizza.

"No, Gordito," I said pushing my piece toward him, "the fact that only the pricks with pretty faces get pretty girls. While all us ugly guys don't even a second look from them."

"Hmm?" he said taking a chunk out of the pizza. He followed my gaze to the other end of the cafeteria. "Ahh, you're talking about Angela," he said in a patronizing tone.

"Callate la boca, pendejo," I said punching him in the arm.

"Oww, puto," he said rubbing his arm.

I laughed, God there was nothing funnier than a white guy with a southern accent trying to speak Spanish. I mean there is nothing wrong with a white guy speaking Spanish, but you gotta at least try to have a better accent.

He punched me in the arm.

"Ow," I said before bursting into a fit of laughter.

"Not everyone can speak as good Mexican as you can," he said.

I punched him in the arm again.

"Ow, dude, what was that for?"

"It's Spanish, not Mexican," I said, narrowing my eyes at him and suppressing a grin.

He threw up his arms in surrender, "my bad, my bad,"

"Yeah," I said to him as I turned back toward Angela.

He turned toward me, "dude, you realize she's the queen of the school, and every guy wants her, right?"

That's true, I mean, there was something weird about her that drew everyone toward her like a magnet, same with her prick of a boyfriend. And it was something else besides the fact that she was tall, blonde, and curvy in all the right places.

"Yea, yea, yea," I breathed out my nose, "still doesn't change the fact I'm ugly and won't ever get a girlfriend."

"Dude, your not ugly," he said not taking another bite of pizza. When I looked at him weird he held up his arms, "no homo. I was just saying."

"Well, that's not what everybody else thinks," I said.

I mean I couldn't blame them, I was five-foot-six, slightly on the chubby side, and wore glasses.

"Dude you need to have a positive mental attitude," he said.

"Dude, your not an Irish YouTuber, and I am positive...that I’m ugly," I said.

He shakes his head, "whatever dude."

The bell rang and we left the cafeteria and headed toward our class. Jake and I both have English, but he had to use the restroom, so we split ways. As I turned the corner, I ran into Angela's boyfriend, Jack. 

Well, that's just great.

I tried to back away, but he turned around with unnatural speed. He grabbed my arm and threw me into the lockers with teeth grinding force.

"Watch it you puny, insignificant human," he always talked like that. As if he weren't human.

I knew I shouldn't have said anything, but I couldn't help myself, "Insignificant, that's a big word. Did you get it from your word-a-day calendar?"

Well, that pissed him off. He blurred forward, grabbed my arm, and twisted my arm behind my back, and I heard something crack. I screamed out in pain.

"Really Jack?" said a low, seductive voice.

 I knew that voice.

Angela grabbed Jack's arm and pulled him away from me. My arm fell limp to side,

The anger disappeared from his eyes, and a slow smile spread across his face, "Sorry, I got a little, uh, angry."

She snorted, "Obviously." She looked at me before looking at Jack again. "Great, now look what you did." She ran her hand up and down my arm, it sent sparks through my entire body, and I couldn't talk.

"Make it go away, we can't have him talking," Jack said.

"Wait, wha-" my mouth slammed shut when Angela looked me in the eyes. Since when were her eyes gold.

She smiled at me. My mind turned fuzzy and I felt giddy inside. I smiled too.

"You hurt your arm in an accident," she said seductively.

The fuzziness in my head was overwhelming, but I managed to keep my bearings. "No," I heard myself say, "Jack hurt me."

"Hmm," Angela said looking at me and then Jack.

"Has that ever happened before," he asked her.

"No it hasn't, It must mean he has demon blood, somewhere along the line."

Demon blood. What the hell were they talking about? I tried to talk, but my mind was still fuzzy,

"Really, but I don't get any type of power signature from him," he said.

"It must be dormant, no matter," she said grabbing my hair. She slammed my head into the locker.

I was still awake, but barely.

"Your a resilient one," she whispered in my ear, "if only you were a demon. We could have had fun."

Jack growled.

Angela pulled me toward the stairs, and I instantly knew what she was going to do. I tried to fight, but her grip was like iron, and everything hurt. I mean it wasn't high, there was like five-step, that equaled four feet off the ground, but it would still hurt.

When we got to the steps put my back to the stairs with my feet at the edge. She kissed my cheek and let me go. I fell backward and fell for what felt like forever. When I hit the ground, my backpack stopped the impact for my back, thank you AP-classes, but then my head was caught in the recoil and struck the ground. I fell into darkness.