Snippet #2419572

((Hey, just saying, if you notice that I'm not tagging, my computer is tempermental about that. Sometimes I can, sometimes I can't, it just depends.))

The gazes were of abundance in homeroom. The other students were clearly baffled that Jarrob was reclining like he owned the place, and the teacher wasn't saying anything about it. Jarrob knew she wanted to say something, but he kept her mind distracted so that she didn't.

To be honest, though, it was a relief when the bell for first period rang. The stares were getting annoying, he half wanted to kill these incompetent mortals. Jarrob stood, pushing a lock of his naturally vibrant red hair away. That was one of the weird things about demons. They tended to have naturally vibrant hair, in some odd color, like red, purple, pink, or blue. It was a distinction they had, but with all the mortals dying their hair, it wasn't always the easiest to spot one another.

He walked through the halls effortlessly, everyone giving him a wide berth. Such would be an achievement of greatness in high school, had it not been for his powers. Jarrob had just toned up his demon aura so that the mortals could sense it. Sure, they didn't know he was demon, he just had an air of danger around him. Of course, any angel would be able to detect it from a mile away easily, but Jarrob doubted any angels lived in such a small, rural town.