Ory sighed sadly, "If any of us pass, it won't matter. You know we'll be sent to 2C once it happens."
Sicah sighed, too, and plopped back onto the ripped leather couch, nodding in agreement.
They're good kids, and I was already starting to consider them friends even though they were younger than me. But I couldn't tell them the truth about me being human, not yet.
"All right, enough of that," Ory shouted, suddenly sitting up straight, "The taco truck will be here in about 10 minutes. We can grab us some munchies, then head over and pray that 1A and 2C partake in some friendly scrapping. We may even see some skin this time too!"
Sicah nodded, picking up the tv remote and smashing the power button, "If you want to see skin again, you can just head to the school, plenty of that and with sound effects too."
Ory stood shaking his head, "Naw man, I don't want to see some dude slamming his meat into just anyone. The ones at 1A are untouchable, meaning all the more to be desired."
I stood also figuring I was going along, "Untouchable?"
Sicah answered, nodding, "Yeah, most demon sex slaves in 1A are kept celibate until a tournament or competition happens. It deprives them of exerting their sexual energy and keeps their desire on edge. Like a power boost. Once the command is made, they are like greedy dogs during a fight, almost fucking the wrong Master in some cases."
"Wow, that bad, huh?"
Ory nodded, "Bad! Like the last one, the dude didn't even let the chick pleasure herself! I think it had been at least a month without sexual release, and when he commanded her to release her power, finally, she ended up on top of the other Master that HER Master was fighting! I never knew hips moved that fast. It was sad, though. She was removed from her Master and sent away as a house slave. The Master did end up winning, and rumors spread that he planned it that way on purpose. His opponent had no chance."
I swore, playing along, "Damn, that's kinda screwed up, but can you imagine? The poor girl had to take the fall for doing something she had no control over."
"Tell me about it. Nothing is worse than ending up a house slave. Anyway, we should go now, guys," Sicah said, standing.
We headed down the long elevator and into the foyer to see the demon officer hunched over his desk, never hearing us come in.
"Hey, Officer P, what's happening?"
The giant buffed demon jumped from Sicah's greeting, "Don't scare me like that, Sicah! You know I have sensitivities!"
Stifling a laugh, the demon nodded, "Yeah, sorry, Officer P. What are you watching?"
"Oh, how to make creme brulee! My cooking class is tomorrow, and we're doing desserts. I'm so excited! I've been fine-tuning my wrist action since last week for whipping. They are bound to be impressed. So, that means I won't be here tomorrow. You boys need to stay out of trouble after school ends and don't be doing things to my desk. It triggers my OCD!"
Ory laughed and got a stern look from the bulky demon behind the security desk, "Oh, yeah, sorry about that. We won't do it again, Officer Pansy, promise!
The bright red demon in a powder blue uniform opened his mouth like he was about to yell at Ory, but then the phone on the desk rang, preventing him from doing so.
"Don't egg him on, Ory. The poor guy can't help it," Sicah whispered.
Ory nodded, still trying not to laugh as we followed Sicah out the dorm entrance.
It was eerie outside like a sun was setting, but with no sun. Again, it made me look around, and I noticed this time that the dorm grounds were deplorable. Vines and dead branches drooped along the tall building, and even the fountain was oddly dull compared to when I first inspected it.
"There's the taco truck! Right on time," Ory suddenly exclaimed, pointing past the downed gate and fountain.
On the road by the school's side entrance was a box truck with a taco smiling on the side of it.
I didn't even think before I said, "Good, I'm starving. Shit, I don't have any money!"
"Hey, no worries, I got you covered," Ory replied, shoving his hand in his hoodie and pulling out a fist full of coupons, "We get free vouchers for taco meals all the time."
Sicah rolled his eyes, "Students can get meals free, Ory. How many times do I have to remind you? You only need your student Id card."
Ory shook his head, "But these babies are for free tacos and a DRINK!"
I wanted to laugh at their sudden argument but caught movement coming from the school's side entrance. It was Marcus.
"You guy's, there's Marcus. Should we ask him to come along?"
They stopped arguing over free tacos and looked to where I was pointing.
"He's done early," Sicah said as Ory waved at the other student.
"Yo Marcus, we're heading to 1A to see if there's a fight tonight. Wanna join?"
Marcus didn't look up at Ory's question as he got closer. Instead, he kept his head down, looking at the ground as he walked. Something about his defeated demeanor made me feel sorry for the kid.
"He never answers, so just let him go," Sicah said to Ory after glancing at Marcus.
The frumpy-looking student wasn't responding because he had his headphones in, something I noticed immediately.
"Hold on a second," I said to them as Marcus came closer, and I ran over to meet him.
Once I was close enough, I pulled one of his earbuds out, startling him.
"What the!" he yelled, backing up from me.
"Whoa, calm down. I'm not going to bite. Your friends were calling out to you, but you had your ears plugged, that's all," I said reassuringly as I handed it back to him.
Marcus looked past me to see Ory and Sicah heading over to us, "Sorry, I didn't know anyone was out here," he mumbled, removing the other one from his ear.
"Yo, Marcus, wanna join us in munchies and entertainment? We're going to spy on 1A because 2C's rumored to be going over there tonight," Ory explained, smiling excitedly.
"You don't have to come if you don't want to. It's up to you," Sicah said, standing beside me.
Marcus looked like a cat on a wire, nervous and unsure, but responded, "Um, yeah, sure. Let me drop my bag off inside."