Dirty Deals With The Devil

Chapter 8. || Apples And Allies||

I met the devil way sooner than I had expected.

When he had told me he would intervene and help me out, I didn't think it would be so soon or that he would suddenly walk in as the substitute Calculus teacher.

Yes, you heard me right. There I was, biting at the tip of my Bic and wondering if by any chance, Blake was staring over at my side. This was the only class I had with him and when he came in earlier and spotted my seating position in the middle of the class, he intentionally decided to go pick the seat far end of the class, at the corner.

God, that boy hated me so much and it was all my fault.

Our regular Calculus teacher, Miss Simeon was running late which was very unusual and most of us were already getting all rowdy in the class. For final year seniors, they all acted pretty dumb for my liking and I dully watched, Asher Hu, one of the blonde, football jocks lob paper balls at his teammates while they all guffawed senselessly.

What girls saw in jocks, I didn't understand, but like I said earlier, these jocks were our stars. Our boys. You hated, them, the school hated you. Fact.

I was about plugging my earpiece to listen to some music to calm my nerves when he walked into the class, in a charcoal black suit tailored to perfection. The devil stood before the class, with his dreadlocks looking like he had finally washed and introduced them to a comb, his wide smile showed normal teeth and his pale, sallow skin had a bit of color to it. He held a black briefcase and if I didn't know his true identity, I could have mistaken him for an actual teacher. Only that no normal person could have eyes as black as his, those still stood out distinctively despite his perfect disguise.

"Holy fuck." I swore so loudly, half the class turned to give me a curious look, I quickly buried my face in my palms after that.

"Hello, everyone," I heard him speak up, even his voice sounded nice and friendly, the madness of this man had no limits. "I'm going to be replacing your teacher, she's currently unavailable for now. You can all call me Mr A."

A?

It came ten seconds later. Azazel. Also, I had a sneaky suspicion that he had done something to our teacher, in fact, I was sure that he had done something to that nice, young teacher. His eyes swept the class and landed on me briefly, I could have sworn I saw the corners of his lips twitch in a smile.

"Now, I graded the last tests you guys had," he was saying now, his attention completely off me and on his briefcase as he tried to get it open. "And I think it's going to be a good idea to go over some the mistakes you all made."

With that, we launched into the class and the devil, surprisingly, taught very well. He went over the exercises perfectly and made accurate corrections that made us all enjoy and understand the well interactive class.

After the bell went off, he called us one after the other to get our graded test scripts. Naturally, the last two scripts left were Blake and I's and I resisted the urge to roll my eyes when he called out Blake's name.

"Mr Blake Johnson?" The devil was staring down at his script with a smile, making me wonder what he was up to this time. Blake picked up his textbooks, ran his hands through his curls and walked to the front of the class where the devil stood.

"Very good, Mr Johnson," the devil spoke, smoothly as he stared at the poor boy, they were roughly the same height of about 6ft and squared off equally. "You scored the highest in the class, most of your work showed some advanced level of Calculus."