Chapter eight - ways to glory
"Hey Shane," some girl eye balled me when I passed by her desk. She was Deborah or Debby or Debs depending on her moods. Never call her Debby when she was mad or Debs, she would hit the shit out of you. She was the queen of the twelfth classroom, the supreme leader…the kind everyone in class feared. She was beautiful, full lips, nice brows, long black hair coiled into curls and big blue eyes but really savage… kind of cool and blithe. Normally she would just wink at me or show me her middle finger but this time she actually said hi.
" Hey Debs" I smiled, nice hair
She pushed a note in my hand then indifferently turned to draw in her book. I suppressed the outburst of excitement that had built up in me and walked normally to my seat. Wouldn't want to show I was enthusiastic.
" Dude you have a lot of explanations to make" Buch started while frowning at me. From the size of his eyes I really didn't know if he was looking at my face or my hands.
" You saw that?" I almost whispered dragging a nearby seat. I was the only one who sat at the back line since I was one of the last students to enroll.
" Saw what? What are you talking about?"
" Never mind" I sighed " What explanation do you need to hear?"
My hand was still holding to the note Deborah gave me, how I really hoped it was a love letter.
" Dude you promised me that you'll visit my home on the weekend…I bought pizza"
" Huh? " I raised my brows " really?"
" You double promised me dude, "
"yeah…." I dragged recalling how eager I was to eat at their home.
" Actually a lot of things happened in the past three days, life and death situations" I said
" What kind of situations?"
I witnessed a murder, got chased by two gunmen who shot me at the back of my head. I died on the morning of the next day and reincarnated back a demon lord. I insulted the doctor who in turn said I was insane and so I woke up on the next day in a facility for crack heads. I freed all the patients while escaping and here we are now.
" Long story" I smiled pointing at Mrs. Victoria who just entered . She first darted me a glance at the back then proceeded to her teaching desk. The classroom became silent immediately. You would think it was out of respect but I knew better. When eyes finds interest, the mouth forgets to speak.
" Sometimes I wish I was from this class, just look at the view…"
Buch almost drooled as he looked at Mrs. Victoria clean the whiteboard.
" Get back to your class before you wet your jeans" I knocked his head
" I wonder why this class always gets the hot teachers and we get the old …"
" Student back there, get back to your class" Mrs. Victoria's voice shushed Buch
" Did she notice I'm here?" Buch turned inquiringly at me
" You are a six feet tall meat ball, everyone notices you even if they don't want to" I shook my head
" I'll pretend I didn't hear that and go to my class…see you at lunchtime" he said as he walked away. He 'accidentally' stepped on some guy's foot on his way or the guy was trying to trip him, it was hard to tell. The guy only looked at Buch bitterly without words since he wasn't his match even if he stood up to him.
I took the moment when Mrs. Victoria started teaching to open the piece of paper Deborah gave me earlier. I had very high expectations. When I looked at Deborah's seat, I saw her look at me and encouragingly smile. She was encouraging me to read her love letter, the dark queen.
I slowly unfolded the piece of paper and fixated my gaze on its contents
I gulped as I rolled my eyes at Deborah who was now smirking. I nodded at her anyway.
Probably, you are curious on what I read. Here, have a peak.
"If you thought this was a love letter then fuck you. What are you…eight? Grow a pair nut head. I need you to help me terrify some posh kids during lunch. You in or what?"
Well, that was it. I was crazy for expecting a love letter from a girl like her, she didn't seem like the type to write their hearts out.
Anyway, if it involved creating chaos then I wouldn't miss it. Especially if it was rich kids, I can even make some connections while at it.
For the better part of the period when the male students were busy admiring Mrs. Victoria's voice and the girls minding their own businesses, I racked my brain on how to get to power.
Currently, there were three ways. The first option was to get some work and earn money till you get rich, and if you have a lot of money then you automatically become powerful. The second way was fighting until every thug feared and respected you, rich men feared gangsters so that was another way of becoming powerful. The third way was to get my demon powers back and kill my way to the top of the world. The third option would have been much easier, how fantastic is it to possess the power to telekinetically move things with your mind, have super strength and super speed, shoot lasers out of my swords.
After some one minute of consideration, I decided to go with all the options. Earn money legally by finding a good job, earn illegally by joining a gang and research ways on how to get my dear powers back.