Jarrob Aramon Montelli's Story

Scarlett rolled her eyes.
"Not that I would know,"
She smiled, once again pushing her hair out of her face.
"So annoying..."
She muttered, referring to the strand of hair that refused to stay behind her ear.

Scarlett huffed,
"I'm not that powerless..."
But it wasn't very loud, so the demon couldn't hear.
"It would be funny, but I need to focus on the teacher, I'll slip in as the door closes."
She nodded, smirking, as she opened the door.

Scarlett frowned in the slightest. That was a bit of a lie...She wiped the thought out of her mind, nodded, with a small smirk, and sat down at her desk.
It annoys me that it doesn't bother me as much as it should,
She thought.
Oh well.

Scarlett sighed, pulling her backpack out of her locker, replacing it with her phone, which she wasn't planning on bringing home. She made her way towards the stairs, stopping short when she passed the demon's locker. Smiling, she went over and leaned against the locker next to him.
"I was wondering, what's your name?"
She asked.
"You know mine, so I might as well know yours."
She said, referring to when the teacher said her name, earlier in second period.

The day was as boring as usual. Jarrob paid no mind to the teachers, instead succumbing into his own mind. Seriously, who could blame him? The Mortals were annoying, the grown ups especially. Well, grown ups of any species were annoying, his mother was living proof of that. But he supposed it didn't help matters that he had been talking to - and assisting - an Angel. It was crazy, unbelievable, impossible. Yet it had happened.

At the end of the day, head pounding more than ever, Jarrob headed to his locker, opening it and placing his head against the one next to it. The cool metal did little to soothe his aching head. "I was wondering, what's your name? You know mine, so I might aas well know yours." He knew that voice. He doubted he'd ever be able to forget it. The Angel who cared and spared, the girl who changed and complicated literally everything he had thought was true, was one hundred percent fact. Now he was confused.

Jarrob hiked his backpack onto his shoulder, closing the door that seperated them. Looking downwards, he responded: "Jarrob," he whispered, barely audible, somewhat reluctantly. What if she tracked him? Reported him? But why would she do that? If she wished him harm she would've just killed him... Wouldn't she. Well, unless she was a spy, gathering information... Oh crap. "My name's Jarrob."

Scarlett tiled her head slightly.
"Jarrob...I can see a lot of teachers mistaking that for Jarrod."
She said, thoughtfully.
"Alright then. That's all I wanted to know."
She smiled, and walked off just like that...