A Hellgirl's Diary Part 2

‘Is this 3A?’

-Silence-

‘Err… Excuse me?’

-Silence-

‘I know I’m new, but you don’t have to be so rude.’

I looked up and glared at him. Obviously, no one bothered mentioning about the “Hellgirl”, even if it meant saving someone’s life.

‘You’re talking to me?’

‘There’s no one else in here is there?’ he glared back, folding his arms. I smirked.

‘It would be better if there was.’

‘What’s that supposed to mean?’

‘You’re signing your own death certificate.’

He didn’t even flinch.

‘Oh, really?’ he just challenged.

I ignored him. He would’ve been lying flat on the ground in a few minutes so why waste time trying to explain?

To my surprise, he was alright even after 10 minutes after our encounter. Normally, they only last a few seconds after making eye contact with me.

‘God’s watching over you,’ I muttered to myself.

Classes began as usual at 7.30 a.m. It was Maths that morning, my favourite subject. Mainly because I have no difficulties solving complicated questions in my head. I was finishing the last question on the quiz paper when a nervous-looking girl walked in.

‘The… The Headmaster… Err… wishes to see Aaron Matthews in the… office… err, now,’ she stuttered.

I could bet she was trying hard not to glance past me.

The new guy, or “Lucky Dude”, as I prefer to call him, stood up and followed her out. I figured it must’ve been to warn him about me. Good thing too, as much as I don’t care, I wouldn’t want to see his remains shipped off to the hospital in a match box.

Lucky Dude came back an hour later. Not that I was waiting his return, but because he walked right up to me with a huge smirk on his face, despite the gasps everyone gave, and said…

‘I don’t care if you’re a Satan worshipper, I don’t believe in superstition and you’re not scaring me with that attitude of yours.’

Annoyed, my head shot up from my book. Meeting his baby blue eyes, I glared at him through my jet black ones.

‘You were lucky once. I doubt it if you’d be lucky forever,’ I snapped.

‘Watch me.’

Before I could retort, he turned away and walked back to his desk. I frowned and my head gradually sunk back behind my book as I thought, ‘Could he really be lucky twice?’