Devil's Pet Chapter 2

Devil’s Pet Chapter 2

  “Planes, Gays, and Vampires”  

       April 1, 2008

The sky was a dark purple when the song of  “life During Wartime” began to play as crappy recording. Beelz was face down in her pillow when she grabbed the cell phone, clicking the side button to shut off the alarm. She slowly picked her neck up along with her head and turned over. She lay flat on the pullout, looking up at the ceiling fan. She kicked off the sheets and swung her feet over the side of the bed. She rose and headed for her bag by the butterfly chair. She pulled out a wrinkled white button down shirt and a short blue plaid, pleated skirt. In the pocket on the side of the bag she pulled out a pair of dark navy blue socks and a tie similar to the pattern on her skirt. She bundled all the items into her arms and made her way to the bathroom. She flipped the switch and dropped the items of clothes onto the floor. She shut the bathroom door and clicked the button on the knob and locked it. She walked drowsily to the bath and turned the faucet on. The water ice cold when she put her hand in it to check the temp, but it gradually warmed. She then pulled the knob on top of the faucet and the showerhead sprayed water against the wall in front of it.

               .:.:.:.:.:.:.:. “Its always nice to be the only one awake” .:.:.:.:.:.:.:.

The mirror was fogged so Beelz wiped away the extra layer. She towel dried her hair and then plugged in her straightened. Bed Head gel sat next to the sink so she helped her self to it.

The light from the fridge lit the kitchen up making everything glow with a blue haze. She pulled out the jug of milk and sat it on the breakfast bar. She then removed a frozen yogurt bar from its box. She took both of the foods to the counter by the sink and unwrapped the bar. She took a glass from the cabinet and poured milk half way into it. Setting the milk back down she then grabbed a bottle of pills from the cabinet next to the fridge. The bottle read “Concerta” in bold letters and beneath it read the name “Khaela Carr”. Beelz unscrewed the cap and took a pink pill out of it and popped it into her mouth and drank the glass of milk. She then took a bite from the frozen bar and headed for the front door. She pressed the side button on her phone and the phone came to life and the time read 6:15 A.M. She stuck the phone into her front pocket as she slipped on her dark brown zip up with clouds and thunderbolts on it. The bar was in her mouth when she opened the door, she bit down and grabbed onto the end as the piece was separated. She chewed as she made it down the stairs outside from Puck and Elias’ flat.

Beelz made it to the road and began to walk down the long skinny sidewalk she had walked down the previous day with Elias. Other kids around Beelz’s age began to emerge and headed for the same direction, as she was, some in groups, others on bikes. Beelz was alone as she made her way down the sidewalk. Cars passed by with their headlights on and she could hear bikes chimes and the sound of the wheels turning faster and faster went “zhew, zhew, zhew, zhew”

Knowing the walk will take sometime longer; she stuck headphones into her ears. The weird sounds of “The Blow” began to play.

“All the girls are sitting on a pile of gold, all the girls- and the boys you know they want- they want it…” She sang along as her chuck’s squeaked.

The school was in her sight as Beelz walked by an elder man who was waiting for the bus, he held onto his briefcase like it was his child, but he gave Beelz a nice “Good-morning” and bowed his head.

Beelz took her headphones out as she made it to the steps of the school; the sun was now almost to the top of the Earth and it felt good on her skin.

Beelz walked down the white hallway to her homeroom, room 103 and put her backpack into her cubby. She took out her English book and a pencil, that was black and the eraser was yellow and the words “Radiohead” was printed on the side. The pencil was chewed up and short. She sat at her homeroom desk and opened the English book and wrote her name in it, the date, and the condition it was in.

The bell rang for first period and Beelz stood gathering her things into her arms. She left the classroom and went to her left. She passed the girl’s bathroom as a group of girls came out. Barely missing them, Beelz continued to walk down the hall. She turned to the right and at the end of the hallway was room 108, above the door read “English 12” She entered the room and noticed that the desks had moved form the places they were last year. She looked around and no one was there. She heard a noise from the backroom, where the teacher can use for extra storage.

“Mrs. Tanaka?” Beelz said quietly walking over to the backroom’s door. “Hello?” She put her hand on the door’s frame, attempting to look in. A man came out with an open book in his hands, and apparently had not heard Beelz or seen her. He was so involved in his book he walked right into her. He gasped dropping the book and immediately bent down to get it.

“Who are you?” The girl asked frighten in a cute voice. The man stopped and looked at her shins. He pulled out his headphone and slowly looked up at the girl standing in front of him. His mouth was open and you could she his fillings. He stood towering over Beelz.

“My name- my name is Lazarus Von Ulf… Mr. Von Ulf…” he said loosening his collar.
“I’m the new English 12 teacher, Mrs. Tanaka had to retire after her husband fell ill. Are you one of my new students?” He asked smiling, his glasses shined from the sunshine coming from the window.

Beelz nodded slightly and seem entranced by his looks.

“Excuse me.” The man said politely.

Beelz stepped to the side as he passed. She followed him with her eyes and then followed him over to his desk. “Do you know what kind of illness?” She asked still holding her book.

“What?” Mr. Von Ulf asked sitting down.

“Mr. Tanaka” She said stepping forward.

“Uh… no, I was only told that that is why she is no longer teaching…” He said flipping pages through the book he was reading before, to reclaim his spot.

Beelz looked at him with her eyes fixated on his face. “How old are you?” She asked suddenly.

Mr. Von Ulf was startled and confused. He looked up at her and asked. “Excuse me?”

“You look to be twenty?” She said putting her hands on her hips. “Iv never had a teacher that was only a few years older then me…”

“And how old- Never mind…” He began then waved his hand to clear the conversation and went back to his book.

“Seventeen… soon to be eighteen…” Beelz said smiling.

The man sat in silence looking at his book.

“My birthday is on April fourteenth.” Beelz said straightening her skirt.

The man seemed to not care and kept to his book. Just then students began to come in, loudly talking so Von Ulf shut his book. Beelz took a seat in the front row and crossed her legs.

“Please everyone take a seat…” Von Ulf said making a gesture with his hands to sit. “First off, my name is Mr. Von Ulf and I am the new English teacher.”

“Well, I could of figured that much…” A boy said in the back and the class laughed.

“Well then-“ Von Ulf began.

“Where’s Mrs. Tanake?” A girl asked with her hand up.

“Um… Mrs. Tanake had to retire due to her husband falling ill.” He answered.

“Oh…” She said quietly.

The second bell rang just as Von Ulf opened his mouth, he stopped and after the bell had finished, he continued with his teachings.

“So I will fill in…” He said again. “Please take out your books and open to page 132… We will be starting this chapter with J.D. Salinger, who is an American writer who wrote some popular books of the U.S. and we will be reading “The Catcher in the Rye”, which is about a boy named Holden Caulfield.”

Beelz gazed at the creature at the front of the class and rested her chin on her hands.

             .:.:.:.:.:.:.:.“I didn’t know prince charming had dreadlocks?”.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.

The day was a blur when Beelz sat at her reception desk at Tulip’s Tops. She couldn’t stop thinking about him. Something about him was addicting, but she couldn’t put her finger on it.

“Beelz?” Elias asked, but got no response. “Uh… Beelz?”

“Hm?” Beelz asked looking forward.

“I’ll sit these guys down… alright?” He asked.

“Yep… sure, okay Elias…” Beelz said in a trance.

. . .

That night Beelz was sitting up in her bed staring at the television. Her book was open and in front of her opened to page 140. She had to read the first chapter and answer the questions for it. She had them done and the piece of paper they were written on, lay next to the book.

Puck came through the front door of the flat to be surprised to find Beelz awake still. “Don’t you have school tomorrow, cupcake?”

Beelz giggled and nodded her head. “I’m just finishing up my homework…”

“Alright… well sorry we couldn’t chill when you got home from school… Lit is being a bitch… Lets try to go to the mall or something tomorrow… mkay?”

“Sorry Puck… I got work tomorrow after school.” Beelz said putting her book together.

“Jezus! I hate now that we both have jobs… we never see each other anymore…” The sound of ruffling papers and the squeak of the bed could be heard in the room, Puck watched as Beelz put her book into her book bag and then get back into bed. “So you tired?” Puck asked sitting on the old butterfly chair.

“Nah… you wanna talk?” Beelz said patting the bed for Puck to come sit down.

“So how was the first day of school back from summer vaca?” Puck asked pulling the covers over his knees.

“Good… I have a new teacher for English and my gym teacher had a baby…” Beelz said looking at her feet.

“Hmm… boy or girl?” Puck asked looking at the girl fidget with her toes.

“Um… a boy…”

“What’s his name?” Puck said grinning.

“Uh… I don’t know, he didn’t tell us…”

“That’s a bit peculiar… how do you address him?” Puck asked; eyes slit.

“What do you mean… he’s a baby…?” Beelz said; brows knit together.

Puck burst out laughing and rolling on the bed kicking his legs in the air. Beelz looked down at the gay rolling in her bed. “Uh… Puck?”

“I meant your teacher dumb-butt!” Puck said regaining control and sitting up.

“It wasn’t that funny Puck…” Beelz said with her eyes drooped.

“Hey, I had a tough day! Things can be as funny as I want them to be…” He said sticking his tongue out.

“I’m going to bed…” Beelz said pulling the covers over her head.

“What, you have a crush on em?” Puck asked poking her butt.

Beelz threw the covers off of her a glared at Puck… “NO!” She yelled blushing.

“Of course you do I can see it in your face! How old is he?” Puck asked as Beelz dug into her bed hiding her face from the world.

“C’mon Beelz! Tell me!” Puck begged trying to pull the covers off from the girl to get her to spill.

“No!”

“O c’mon you’re acting like a child!” puck said yanking at the sheets. “Well your acting like a teenage GIRL!” Beelz said muffled.

“I dun care…” Puck said grinning. “NOW TELL ME!” He said finally pulling the sheets from the girl.

Beelz rolled over kicking and punching for her sheets.

“C’mon Beelz!”

Beelz finally stopped and sat up. Panting and shoulders heaving she calmed down and sat straight up. “He’s prob twenty-six, because he had to have gone to college to become a teacher… but he looks twenty!”

“OOOOO!” Puck said leaning in. “Do you think its mutual?”

“Uh, NO! He’s my fuck’n teacher!” Beelz said as she lay down.

“Is he totally punk? Cuz you usually only go for those punkers…”

“No… but he has dreads…”

“And that’s not punk?”

“Well he was wearing a sweater vest…”

“Yeah… so, he has to look dees for his job.”

“Fine! Then I guess he’s pretty punk… but I’m not saying I would “Go for him”… unless I like see him at a club and he looks hella hott… THEN MAYBE!”

“You like em…”

“Good-night Puck…”

Puck got up and swinging his hips as he walked, made his way to the bedroom. “I’s Pucks and I’s likes to-“

“PUCK!” Beelz yelled. Then shoving her face under her pillow.

               .:.:.:.:.:.:.:.“Gays are SO loud when it comes to romance!”.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.

        April 2, 2008

The next day was pretty routine like the first day. School was a blur and work was slow.
Beelz walked home with Elias with four hundred bucks, one particular tip being two-fifty from her “Future Client”.

Elias was a little tipsy so he stumbled behind Beelz half the way. “Elias! If were mugged and you can’t fight the shits I’m telling Puck about what happened to his exfoliator.”
“Awe… c’mon Beelz I had jus got’n my ass waxed!”