4 First Day

(Jack's POV)

I'm trying to gather my thoughts as people run off to classes and I stop when I find an empty room. I sit for a bit thinking to myself. What was that chick's problem? I was just trying to be nice. God, I need to learn that these "people" are just monsters waiting for their chance to kill me. Honestly, I'm surprised they haven't killed me yet. I feel immense levels of power coming from behind me and I freeze. Shit. I turn around to see a 6'1" brown scruffy looking man standing there and I hit the wall behind me where he holds me by my throat. I close my eyes, brace myself and wait for either pain or death. Then I hear a familiar voice behind me yell with a mix of surprise, irritation, and anger, "DAD!" I open my eyes to see a blurred Alex before I blackout. When I wake up I'm laying down in the back of the classroom on a desk with someone's black hoodie under my head as a pillow. What happened? Ugh, my head is killing me. I sit up and pick up the hoodie to examine it and I see the familiar purple patches then it all comes back to me. Alex. What happened? Where is she? Is she in danger? Did she protect me? Wait. She called him "Dad." Oh God. I hear talking faintly outside of the classroom, "What the hell do you think you're doing?" "What do you think you're doing? Shouldn't you be in class?" "You know I don't go to class. Now answer the question." "I was giving him a warm welcome" "Phss yeah. You were going to give him a warm welcome to Hell." "Yeah, so?" "So? He's proving to be quite entertaining." "You just met him. He's a human. Don't tell me you're into him." "Fuck no. I don't even really know the kid." "Good. You better keep it that way too." "Go home, dad." "Why?" "Because you're a cunt. Go." "You better watch your mouth girl." "Or What? Get the fuck out of here." "Jeez okay. I'll be back though."

I hear a defeated growl and the door swung open and Alex walked in and closed the door behind her. "Hey." She jumped slightly and said, "Oh fuck you're up sooner than I thought you'd be." I toss her the hoodie and say, "Thanks. Even if it was just because I'm entertaining." She sits on the table next to me and leans back, "No problem. You should've died this morning, but you caught me off guard and made me laugh." I scratch the back of my neck, "Hah yeah I didn't think I'd make it this long. Hey, who was that guy that attacked me?" She looks away and sighs, "That was my father, Lucifer." Oh God. She's literally Satan's spawn. The bell rings and she gets up, "Hey you should go to class or go somewhere else. There's a class in here this hour." I get up and say, "Alright. Are you going to class?" She laughs, "Haha no fuck that. I'm going to nap somewhere warm." We walk out and she walks off and I go over to the stairway and sit under it to relax and draw. My god that chick is crazy. She's Satan's Daughter!? Holy fuck. That means she can get away with whatever. I heard how she spoke to her father. She has to be super fucking powerful to be able to speak to him like that and get away with it. It's almost like she's a goddess, but at the same time, she's a fucking archangel. At least I'm assuming so if her father is an archangel. I have so many questions. I'll have to catch her and find out later. Until then I can only assume the worst is yet to come. This year is going to be interesting, to say the least.