The demon I am

3

I was getting to know everyone better at cram school, and I was getting along and under the radar pretty well.

Two weeks went by fast and as I promised, I had a date with Renzo, oh boy.

He knocked on my door early in the morning, I was asleep.

"Go away," I mumbled not knowing who it was

"Wake up,"

"Why?!?" I whined I got up and opened my door, Renzo stood in a t-shirt and jeans.

"Get dressed let's go,"

"What?"

"It's Saturday,"

"Oh crap, what time is it?" I had my hands on his shoulders shaking him

"Four o five am,"

"What the hell? why are you waking me up that early,"

"Because it's our date come on,"

"Hmph, wait here,"

I grabbed a towel, bra, shorts, and under wear and went to get a shower, when I came back I had a towel around my head, ripped up shorts, a green bra.

I walked to my closet, I was so tired. I picked a black tank top that was big and loose, I bent over and took the towel off my head. I turned around putting the tank top on.

I almost died when I saw Renzo, sitting on my bed staring at me with a nose bleed. his eyes were wide and about to bulge out of his head.

"Renzo!"

"What?"

"Why are you in here!"

"I was waiting for you!"

"On my bed? in my room?!"

"Yeah!"

"You idiot!"

"I never see that much of a girl on our first date!"

"Shut up you creep!"

I took a breath he was standing now, he had his head down a little and he was walking out of the room. I followed he spun on his heels my face went under his chin, into his neck.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm following you so we can go this date,"

"You still wanna go?"

"I did not go through all that to not go,"

"I think you just want this date as much as I do *wink*,"

"In your dreams,"

"How did you know I dream if you?!"

"What?!" my eyes widened he laughed

"Relax I was joking,"

I put my hand on my heart and his shoulder.

"Oh thank god,"

"Now come on we have to go or we'll miss it,"

He took my hand and dragged me out the door.

"Oh ok, let go of my hand,"

"Am I hurting you?"

"Huh no,"

"Then let me hold your hand, its not like I'm going to kill you,"

"Why are you so insistent on this?"

"On what?''

"Me? I'm not special,"