Mother Evangeline had just given Angelo the dorm rules and his key.
The number one rule that Mother Evangeline spat out is that he's not to use his powers in here and the only reason he should be using his powers is when he's training and he's out of the dorms.
He's not to use his powers for his gain, meaning he's not to walk through walls, go invisible and teleport himself from one place to the other just because he can. He's not to fight anyone in here. Fighting is for the training room, loud music isn't allowed and if he wants to listen to loud music he should go to it in the music room.
He should always keep his surroundings clean and he's going to be waking up as early as possible to go workout, train or jog around the courtyard.
Angelo does not like the sound of that. He loves his beauty sleep, he's not a morning person at all. But he dares not say that to Mother Evangeline because it is obvious she will not care so he's going to shut up and adapt to change.
Smoking and drinking aren't allowed at the dorms, it is to be done outside of the dorms. No partying in the dorms either.
The last rule is that if he wants to go to morning mass he should wake up early to get ready to get there but if he doesn't want to then he should be productive. This means people here aren't forced to go to church.
"There are many ways to praise the lord, and you do not necessarily have to go to church to do that." Says Mother Evangeline. He was not expecting that at all, but he has noticed that these people seem more like progressive Christians than Conservative Christians. The average conservative here believes that all nephilims must serve the Lord by killing the creatures that lurk in the shadows.
"Any questions?" Mother Evangeline smiles briefly. And she has a scowl on her face that looks tired, she doesn't want him to ask any questions she just wants to go to bed. He's just going to ask the people here a few questions if any pops into his mind but as of now he has none.
He shakes his head. "No, I don't, thank you for your time."
"Okay, Christopher's going to show you to your room. I am going to bed." She begins to walk away but before she leaves she places a hand on Angelo's shoulder. "Welcome Angelo," she says before leaving. Angelo watches her leave the male dorms. And he's noticed that he's alone with Chris. He furrows his brows.
"Where are Wendy and JJ?"
"They left five minutes ago. They went to bed." Chris folds his arms and looks Angelo up and down. "You're an angel, aren't you supposed to know this?"
Angelo can't believe what he's hearing. It's almost like Angelo has been an angel for years and he's such an expert on angels.
He opens his mouth to answer in a sarcastic tone, but Chris raises his hand for him to stop. "You know what don't answer that, let me just show you to your room." He walks ahead and Angelo sticks his tongue at him which is the least he can do because he cannot fight him here, fighting isn't allowed, as Mother Evangeline said.
Angelo's going to lose the fight anyway, because although he's naturally stronger than Chris. Chris is more skilled at fighting and is just more powerful than an angel who doesn't know how to even use his power.
Angelo follows him to the room. He's the kind of person who strikes up a conversation so easily and quickly. He doesn't stay quiet ever, he always feels the need to say something to the friend or stranger that he's walking with. But he doesn't want to say anything to Chris because he knows that Chris won't even glance his way.
Why is Chris so reserved? He thought he'd be this loud jock-like teenager. Maybe because Angelo has met a lot of cute blond guys like Chris who are loud and talented at football they don't shut up about it.
Angelo's not going going to be comparing him to the blond jocks that much because although Chris might be blond and look like a jock he's more beautiful. Almost like Chris is the angel and not him.
Angelo successfully follows him into the room without saying anything. It would have been a massive giveaway if he opened his mouth to talk about his favourite musical artist. He knows that he's going to bring up Mariah first and that will be the first giveaway of what his sexuality is so he decides to keep shut.
But now they're here. The room is large, big enough for two people. Two people can have two separate bedrooms in this room. There are two beds, one to the left and the other to the right. The bed to the left is empty all it has are bed sheets lying on top of the bed and a neighbouring bed is made and there are loads of books beside it.
Chris clears his throat. "The left side is yours, the right is mine."
Angelo's eyes go wide and he faces Chris in shock. He and Chris are roommates. He was not expecting that. He doesn't know if it's a blessing. He's going to be in the same room with a hot guy or a curse because he knows that hot guy does not like him.
"Wow, we're roommates. Isn't that cool?" Angelo tries too hard to sound enthusiastic but he fails and Chris can see right through him. Chris sits on his bed and begins to take off his shoes he does that while looking at Angelo, but he doesn't answer. His eyes telling.
Chris is not excited to have a roommate. Angelo shuts his mouth and looks away. Chris is not the talker and now he's stuck with someone who is, not only does Angelo talk a lot, he sings a lot too and Chris is probably not going to like that.
"Uhm, I'm going to the cafeteria to eat something. You wanna joi—"
"Nah, I'm good," he says picking up his book and laying on his bed wearing his white tank top and his cargo pants are still on. Angelo nods and then he quietly walks out of the room.
Chris gives him a look before he leaves. When Angelo disappears his focus is back on his book.
Angelo walks into the cafeteria and there's barely anyone in here just a boy eating and the cooks laughing to themselves. Their laughter erupts throughout the whole cafeteria. Their laughter warms Angelo's heart. He likes that there are people in here who laugh so maniacally and do not care who they're disturbing. He thought everyone here would act like Chris, like a snob.
Angelo walks over to the food counter. He hates to interrupt them but he has to if he wants to get something into his stomach.
"Hello," he says and the women stop and they look at him. Two women who look like they could be in their forties. One of them is tall and slim with curly red hair up in a bun and she has silver blue eyes. The other one is a bit chubby, she's short and she's… she's Latina.
"Why hello." the Latina woman says looking him up and down and observing him. "I've never seen you before. Who are you?"
"I'm Angelo. I'm new here."
The white woman next to her gasps.
"You're the one who has the angelic halo in his chest." She says and the Latina looks at him with wide eyes.
"Uh, yes I am."
"Oh my God. Welcome." the white woman says.
"Yes, welcome." Says the Latina. The two women look at him for a long time as if trying to understand something, as if they're fascinated by the fact he's an angel but Angelo doesn't know why they're looking at him like he's some celestial being. He wasn't born an angel he was born human he was just forced to be an angel by some twisted crook.
Angelo clears his throat. "Is it fine if I get something to eat?"
"Yes, sure!"
"Sorry, for staring. Just take a plate and a tray and we'll serve you." The Latina points toward the area where the plates, cutleries and trays are. He grabs a plate and places it on the tray then moves over to get food placed on his plate. They give him spaghetti and meatballs. Angelo has already started drooling.
"What kind of juice do you like?" Asks the white lady.
"Apple." Angelo hates orange juice, he does not understand the hype of it at all he believes orange juice is overrated and apple juice is way better.
"I'm Fiona by the way." The red-headed woman says. "And this is Maria." Maria gives Angelo the bottle of apple juice.
"It's nice to meet you guys." Angelo raises his food tray. "Thanks for the food."
"It's fine. Just make sure to come here if you're starving or you need two wise women to talk to honey." Says Maria.
"I will, gracias." Angelo turns around.
"De nada." They both say and Angelo looks for a place to sit and eat this wonderful meal. He plans on eating alone but he's decided to eat with the other fellow enjoying his food. It is in Angelo's nature to make new friends.
"Hey." he sits opposite from the tall brown guy who has his mouth full of spaghetti he doesn't even wait to chew the spaghetti. He's about to put bread in his mouth.
"Hi," he says with his mouth full.
"I'm Angelo nice to meet you."
The boy rushes to chew and swallow his food before answering Angelo. Angelo just stares at him and hopes he doesn't choke.
He swallows.
"I'm Jacks." he stretches out his hand for a handshake and they both shake hands.
"Nice to meet you, Jacks. May I ask why you're the only one here?"
Angelo starts eating and his eyes go wide at how delicious this tastes. Obviously, not as delicious as his mom's but this is so good. He won't be surprised if it's Maria who made this, no shade to Fiona.
"I was so busy studying for school that I lost track of time." Says Jacks.
"Ohh, so you're one of the smart ones."
He shrugs. "You could say that."
Jacks is a cute Indian brown-skinned guy who's Angelo's age. Jacks might be seated but he looks taller, and he might look scrawny but he's stronger than he looks because he's a Nephilim.
His hair is short and he's wearing a green sweater which covers the striped shirt underneath. He must be hungry because he has his tray full.
Jacks squints and looks him up and down. "I haven't seen you here before."
"So does everyone know everyone in this place?"
Jacks shrugs. "Mostly."
"Wow, well, I'm new I just got here."
"Wait a minute. Are you the—"
"Guy forced to be an angel? Yep, that's me."
"Whoa!" Jacks exclaims like a little child who just discovered something awesome. "You have a halo in your chest. You're like, powered by an angelic halo. That's so cool."
A Nephilim calling him cool just for having a halo in his chest is not something he thought he'd hear because he thinks nephilims are way cooler than he is.
"Have you used your angelic powers yet?"
"Yeah, I can teleport." Angelo waggles his eyebrows. "I can also go through walls and I'm super strong. And I can go invisible, I haven't tried that yet."
"Yeah, all nephilims can go invisible but the difference between nephilims and angels is that nephilims don't stay invisible for long. Uh… we can't teleport and we can't walk through walls. We're just super fast, super strong, can land on our feet from tall buildings…"
Can land on your feet from a bridge.
Jacks shrugs. "Basic stuff. Oh and we don't have wings, I'm assuming you have wings" Jacks ask as if Angelo says yes that will guarantee Angelo picking him up and flying all over Los Angeles.
"I don't know if I have wings." Angelo didn't even think of the major fact that makes angels angels, their wings.
Why did he think of all the powers an angel could have but not their wings? If Angelo has wings would they be weird looking, will they be strong and large?
"So where are your parents?" Angelo asks.
"My parents aren't here. They dumped me here to learn how to fight demons like most of us in this place."
"Ouch."
Jacks gives Angelo a look and Angelo wishes he never said that.
"I'm not offended. It is a must that all Nephilim children be kept at the headquarters to learn how to protect humans from demonic forces. And these demons are everywhere, they never rest. Their main aim is to torture humans and it's our job to protect them."
Angelo nods. These nephilims only have one agenda and that's to protect. They're like the police but if the police in America weren't racist and full of shit. And the nephilims kill demons.
"I don't know what this thing is that stole halos from heaven and is giving it to humans but I believe something big is coming." Angelo stares at Jacks, frozen now he's gotten Angelo a bit scared.
"Something we've never seen before." Jacks says in a whisper looking at Angelo and the two boys stare at each other for a long time before Jacks goes back to eating his bread like he didn't just say something chilling.
Angelo doesn't know what all that was about, but whatever that big thing is that's coming. Angelo hopes he's ready for it by then.