'You forgot the name of the guy you banged last night?' 

I rub my temples in frustration. 

'That's what I said.'

Keegan doubles over, clutching his stomach as his body shakes uncontrollably with laughter. 

'What's so funny?' I snap, my eyes blazing. Keegan seems unfazed by the fact that my pupils literally burst into flames.

'Apparently, it's the men who forget names of their shags.'

I snort, pulling my car into the parking lot. 'Sexist much?' 

Keegan rolls his eyes, unbuckling his seatbelt. 'You've got to admit that they're pretty cute. Pretty little things with their little petty problems.'

I roll my eyes, getting out of my Mustang GT and kicking the door shut. 'You seem to be losing your touch, Kadriel.'

'Shush!' He exclaims, finger to his lips. 'It's Keegan. K-E-E-G-A-N. Keegan.'

'Look what the angel of prophecies is reduced to,' I look up at the solid red brick walls of Westside High. 'Attending high school with a Moirai and mortals. What's the first hour?'

Keegan unzips his backpack. 'Speaking of first hour, we've got an assignment due to Advanced Math.'

'Pass.' I roll my eyes again, pushing open the doors. The corridor is crowded with highly hormonal teenage humans. Cheerleaders line the locker sides, gossiping non-stop about Amanda's new hair and Charlie's washboard abs. Rumors mill and spread, who slept with who, who broke up with who, and on and on. Barbie bitches walk all over the less fortunate creeps at the very bottom of the social chain. Guys with abs hit on the said barbies, and rate other barbies on 10. Guys without abs are the nerds that get picked on. Loners in their hoodies try to blend in with the crowd.

High school is hell. I bet Lucifer would have loved it in here. 

Why did I decide to spend my infinite amount of time on Earth in this shit hole?

'You are already falling back on your grades, Deanne. You will probably flunk Advanced Math if you don't get them back up.'

I turn around. 

'Do I look like I give a fuck?'

Okay. Okay.

Maybe I said that a tad too loud, and now the entire population of Westside High was staring me down.

Despite Keegan's nerdish ways and possibly dumb behavior, his human form happened to be quite easy on the eyes. So, maybe, there was this slight possibility that the humans here actually liked him. Atleast, the girls did. That would explain the surly, pissed off looks served my way.

Keegan raises his eyes to the heavens. 'Such attitude, Deanne.'

I elbow him in the ribs while I flip the bird at the watching crowd. 

Time to get the angel to Math.

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Why did I say I joined high school, again?

Oh yes. Kadriel - fucking - Keegan.

Apparently Keegan believed that watching humans lead pathetic lives at a place they detest most was somehow meant to entertain me and keep me out of boredom. 

And also, apparently, it's impossible to kill an angel without the right weapons, so right now, I am staring at the back of Keegan's perfectly blonde head, contemplating ways to get Lucifer get me a weapon so that I could bust his ass straight to hell.

'And the answer is...' Keegan raises his arm in the air, high and proud. 'e^x cos x+e^x sin x.'

Miss I-didn't-bother-to-learn-her-name looks overwhelmed with joy and happiness. I groan, and slump onto the table. 

'Perfect, Mr. Martinez. How is the preparation for your Math Olympiad going?'

Oh, sweet Mary mother of Jesus. She did not ask that. 

The rest of the class slumps onto the desk the exact moment Keegan opens his mouth.

'Yes, Mrs. Denovan. I am spending five hours everyday working on advanced calculus and triple integrals.' 

Oh yes. The sole reason why  I can't stay at home anymore.

The angel is up at ungodly hours with the coffee maker on, his head in between texts that could be traced back to the Stone Age. 

'Besides, I've worked on a thesis for my project.'

The woman exclaims. 'Yes! I totally forgot. Class, turn in those projects, now.'

'Great going, Keegan.' I hiss, throwing my pen at his head. The teacher rifles over the submitted projects, her eyebrows furrowing. 

'Miss Warner! Where is your project?'

I slouch back in my chair. 'I didn't bother.'

She slams her palms on the desk. 'I beg your pardon?'

I roll my eyes. 'Seriously, you don't have to beg. I said, I didn't bother to do the fucking project.'

The teacher frowns at my profanity. 'And may I ask why?'

I shrug, and stretch in my chair. 'I had fucking better things to do.'

'Like screwing Alan Denovan yesterday?' Ryan Henderson piques up. He's the school quarterback, and we had hooked up when I first moved here. It was solely a one-time thing, and I had turned him down ever since. Coming to think of it, I think he was there at the bar where I met the college freshman, Alan.

I met his eyes and shoot him a wink. 'Precisely.'

'THAT'S ENOUGH!' Mrs. Whatever's face has gone red with anger, and she almost has steam coming out of her ears. 'Ryan, behave yourself. As for you, young lady, you've just got your fifth detention this week. And I want that project on my table tomorrow or I'll personally make sure you are kicked out.' She lets out a shaky breath.

Keegan chuckles, turning around in his seat. 'You do understand that she will try her best to kick you out cause it just got personal?'

I scowl. 'What?'

'That freshman from college? Alan Denovan? Denovan?'

I frown. 'Did that pen hit you real hard?' I reach for his head. 'You're not making any sense, Keeg.'

Keegan snorts, slapping my hand away.

'You screwed her son last night, Lachesis.'

Oh, fuck again.

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