Edward and the new guy arrived for our second subject. Edward apologized to our teacher while the latter just walked in like he wasn't late for thirty minutes.

"Ah you're the new student, yes?" Our English teacher asked. I could see her eyes twinkle when she saw how attractive he was.

The boy snickered. "No, actually I'm the new janitor."

The class laughed but obviously, she wasn't very happy with how her face wrinkled into a frown. This teacher of ours was the youngest of this school. I think she was about 26 years old.

"Would you like to get detention on your very first day?" Her voice was raised.

He laughed. "I'm messing with you ma'am, you know, just how you messed with your boy toy student last night. You do know he was doing this for you to give him good grades, right?"

The class broke into a mist of whispers accompanied with curiosity and awe. I pitied how she paled and perspired in which I could assume a cold sweat of guilt.

"What are you talking about?" She defended. "Find a seat and I will see you at lunch."

The guy shrugged, wandering his mischievous eyes around the classroom for a seat. He confidently walked and flopped his bum beside me with a smug smirk. The class started with tense silence. She discussed the lessons nervously. I didn't want to believe that she was having an affair with one of the students here but with how she turned into a stuttering mess– she was guilty as charged. I guess we will be meeting a new teacher soon. What a shame.

The class ended. The new guy walked out despite being reminded that he was supposed to stay. I followed him to the lavatory for an unknown reason. I felt like following him to discover more about this rude individual. When we both got in, the door slammed shut with the sound of it locking. My heart pumped fast. Oh Lord...

He turned to look at me. His eyes held so much wickedness in them. "Looking for something?"

My voice refused to come out. I tried to form coherent words but none seem to come out. "Wh-why?" I blurted out.

"Why what?"

"Why are you so rude?"

He snorted. "That's not being rude. I'm just being honest."

"Brutally?" I retorted. It's not bad to be honest but to shame someone in front of many people...that was wrong.

I was in a tight situation. There was a strange and odious aura radiating around him. "Are you engaging in something evil?" I wouldn't be surprised if he was a worshiper of Satan.

The guy burst into laughter. He held his stomach, shutting his eyes as he cackled, making me frown in empuzzlement. "I'm no servant of that petty bastard...you'll know in due time."

Silence ruled us for a little bit until he broke it with a question.

"Do you ever wonder why the devil became... the devil?"

He looked at me as if he was challenging my knowledge. From what I know, Lucifer was the left hand of God. He was casted out of heaven because he wanted to overthrow our Lord. He was so impressed with his intelligence, his beauty, and his power that he became prideful.

"Tell me," I whispered.

He grinned. "My job is not to tell you...my job is to show you how cruel your God is."

I frowned at him. "Why do you hate our Lord so much and utter false truth about him?!" The walls echoed my anger.

His overly confident expression turned into a dry smile. "You'll understand soon."

"Wait, what's your name?" I can't continue calling him "the guy" or "the rude one" forever.

"Samael."

There was a harsh banging against the door. Edward was saying profanities.

"Hey! What are you doing to Keetan?!"

"I'm teaching him how to water the floors!"

My cheeks warmed up. I walked past Samael to let Edward in.

"Keetan, you alright?"

I inclined my head. "I'm fine. We were talking about something."

"Yeah, have you read the latest release of the 'Gay life' magazine?" Samael brought up, causing my eyes to widen.

How?

Was this mere coincidence?

Edward clicked his tongue. I was feeling palpitations. Oh please don't believe him. If Edward got the wrong idea, he would spread the news about me being gay which was not true. Definitely not.

"You're a fucking homo? Don't you fucking spread your faggot disease on our faith healer!" He snapped.

"Edward! Language!" Those who cuss cannot inherit his place in the holy kingdom.

"Hey, it's not my fault that I'm more attractive than you are. If Keetan does get my 'faggot disease' and falls for me then that just means you're a loser. But of course, I don't want him to fall for me. Someone will roast my ass."

Edward shoved Samael but instead of the latter being moved back, Edward was the one who bounced away.

"Get the fuck away from this town. Faggots aren't allowed!"

"But the fake straights are?"

"Shut up!" Edward growled, punching Samael at the face. Oh dear, this was getting out of hand.

"Enough!" I butted in, standing in between them.

Samael snickered. "I have a friend who owns a fine piece of dildo set. I'll tell him to give you one so that you can figure out your sexuality."

Was this guy implying that Edward was gay? Impossible. Edward was the biggest homophobic person in school. He lived to bully those who were straying the path to have a heterosexual partner. Samael was lying. Even if he denied serving the ruler of hell, I know in my gut that he had connections to him. His words mustn't be trusted.

"Please just stop!" I pleaded. "Edward, go have lunch with your friends. Samael, meet Miss Victoria in the classroom."

"I'm not leaving you with this asshole!"

"And I'm not going to that slut!" Samael argued.

I will have a migraine with these two but at least I can heal myself. I can deal with Edward but Samael was still unpredictable.

"I'm going to go now, bitches." Samael yawned, stretching his upper limbs up. "Now Keetan, make sure you don't charm Edward into being a faggot. You don't know it yet but your charm can make any angel fall...literally," he snickered. He sauntered away, leaving me with a fuming Edward.

"Asshole!" He seethed. He grabbed my wrist and started pulling me to the cafeteria.

"Edward, why are you taking me with you?" He stopped his angry march, glancing at me.

"You're going to eat, right?"

"Sure..." I replied.

I knew that even without talking to each other, Edward and I were on good terms, yet he was never this clingy. We weren't that close to begin with. "But are we going to eat at the same table?"

"Yeah?"

"Why?" I asked again. We were not friends.

Edward let go of my wrist , scratching the back of his neck. "Because someone has to protect our faith healer right? And I decided from now on to be that guy."

My gaze went to the floor in disappointment.

Of course...

My title and power as a faith healer were always the reasons why everyone will do me favors.

"Thank you..." I ended, letting him drag me to the cafeteria. We got our food without waiting in the line because I got that kind of privilege. I shifted uncomfortably in my place because of all the questioning stares I was receiving from Edward's friends.

"Stop staring at Keetan or else I'll gouge your eyeballs out," Edward threatened.

"Sorry man...we're just shocked that he'll sit with us." If I remembered correctly, his name was Ethan. He had nice smooth dark skin and a slightly shaved head.

"Well you better get used to it. He'll be sitting with us from now on!"

"But if I make you guys uneasy please say so," I told them. I rather sit alone than to sit with people who are not comfortable with me.

"Oh no no, it's fine. It's just that wow, you look really angelic."

"You going homo now Ethan?" One of his friends chuckled.

"Oh shut up man. I don't have friends who are gays alright?" Edward reminded them with a point of his fries. I swallowed roughly, taking a sip of my milkshake. I was getting tired of his hate. If I had it my way, I will tape his mouth and splatter holy water on him to remove all his anger.

After lunch, we headed back to our classroom with Edward on the look out for Samael. We found him already sitting in the front with his legs crossed and with him drawing on his notebook. I sat beside him since this was my usual seat and tried to look at his artwork better.

My...he was good at it. He was drawing a teenage boy who was on his knees while holding a flower. He looked genuinely happy and at peace.

"That's nice. Who is that?" I asked him. Samael started shading.

"Someone I miss..." He replied. The concentration of his eyes was solely on his drawing.

"A brother?" I asked.

"A lover..."

"Oh..." I muttered lowly. I'm amazed how he could admit that he had a male lover without any hesitation. I don't reveal gay couples if I find them; however, I know what will be the consequence given by the cruel hand of man. I remind them that their relationship wasn't only disapproved by our society but also by the Lord. Their only reply to me was:

"But I love him and he loves me."

It was hard to pull a heart in love to follow the Lord's commands. It was their choice whether they will choose to heed my words or continue sinning. But it was different with my parents. I constantly remind them of their greed because I live with them everyday and even if they annoy me, I love them very much.

Our old history teacher entered. His eyes spotted a new face. "A new student?"

"No, I'm just a janitor who decided to chill on this chair." I sank on my seat from the embarrassment Samael was causing. I don't even think he was ashamed of his actions.

"What did you say?" Our teacher asked with his other eye enlarging as if daring Samael to disrespect him again.

"I asked if you could lend me your Lisa Ann porn videos. Damn man, how old are you, 84? Your cervix crusader is still fighting!"