The weekend passed in a flurry of studying for finals. I texted Samael to tell him I couldn't meet over the next few weeks, canceling our training sessions. I partially cancelled due to school stress, but mostly cancelled because he was a creep.
He texted me before my last final:
"THINKING OF YOU, MAGGOT. HOW ARE YOUR STUDIES?"
"Oh god," I said. I fumbled with my phone: "Good. I have my biology final in an hour. I'm nervous."
"I'M SURE YOU WILL SLAY THE EXAM. IS THIS YOUR LAST ONE?"
"Yep. And I don't know if exams are meant to be slain."
"IT'S A FIGURE OF SPEECH. I WANT TO SEE YOU. I AM COMING TO VISIT TONIGHT."
"No you're not."
"PLEASE?"
I contemplated seeing the skeleton I'd locked lips with. "Umm…" I said to myself. "I guess?"
"GOOD. MEET ME BY THE LAKE AT 7:00."
I turned my phone off. "Whatever you say, Corpseboy."
