School days [AU]

It was only a typical thing for Baal to find a way to just sink in with the back of the class. For the most part, his shirts were long sleeved and thick enough to cover the marks that laid on his chest as the downside of having a hellish artifact inside of him. It was just that he hadnt ever really figured out what it truly meant, as he just seemed to be able to sense power and nothing more. He had a few friends, but they werent in the same classes as him, making his social life limited to the breaks. He wasnt the kind of person to just socialize, fearing what people may be thinking or saying about the marks. He sat down at his typical seat, sighing a little as he leaned back in the chair. The teacher was most definitely going to move them around again, he could already hear the words of “A new study partner for every topic could spark a friendship you didnt know you needed”. Since when was history a social class?

He lifted his head from his book as she sat down next to him, turning his eyes to look at her for a second before having to look away. He sighed deeply, she was definitely beautiful, he had to admit that. Her timid words made him raise an eyebrow slightly as he swallowed hard while thinking through whether to give her his real name. “So you wont tell me your real name?” He asked with a slight raise of the corner of his mouth while he tilted his head ever slightly to the side. “Mine’s Belial, but most of my friends just call me Baal,” he then introduced himself, wondering if he should have included his lastname which had been required when he was enrolled for the academy. But who of the devil’s kids really liked being outed right away? He turned his attention back to the teacher, a scoff leaving his mouth at the topic. “Imperialism,” he repeated in a hushed tone. How many times would he have to hear about it before losing him mind, he wondered?

He noticed her sigh, not sure if he had been wrong to ask. He had been in his own thoughts as the tracher had moved people around so when the teacher said her name aloud, he had barely registrered it. He nodded a little at her reply before looking down at his book again, “Buffy it is then,” he said, finding it a little funny that she made it a deal - She should know that making deals with the devil’s son probably wasnt a good idea.
He was pulled out of his mind as she spoke, placing his hand on the table, staring a little at the marks peaking through the skinned coloured cream that he had tried to hide them with. “It’s the most common topic in all schools around,” he said, a little dismissive towards hee curiousity. He realized his rudeness and sighed, “My apologies, that was quite rude of me. I’m still getting used to a new enviroment, my family moves around quite often,” he said with a small smile as he glanced from his book to her.

"Sure, but it starts with the attraction, before it transitions into something deeper," he said as he looked at her for a bit before looking a little around the classroom. He noticed a girl staring at them, narrowing his eyes a little before looking away from her. "Everyone feels attraction. Act on it. It's about sticking around till it slips up and either leaves you empty or filled with love," he said, frowning a little at his own words before shaking his head. He had only had a girlfriend when he was around the start of puberty, so it wasnt like he had a bunch of knowledge on the subject.
He shrugged as she called her beautiful - Sure Vanessa was beautiful, but he only remembered that tomboy-ish girl that used to pull at his curls when he wouldnt let her straighten it. Maybe he couldnt really see what everyone else was seeing. "Oh, how you have wounded my pride," he said as he placed a hand over his heart but he smiled at her to let her know he was just jesting. He felt his phone buzz, pulling it out underneath the table as he scrolled through a few messages. He groaned a little in annoyance before popping his phone back in his pocket. "She may be pretty, but she's one bossy devil, that one," he said. He turned his eyes back to Buffy. He realized that the class was soon over, moving his eyes to glance through her notes before he clicked his tongue as he shook his head, "I'm sorry for having been more a distraction than help," he said with a neutral expression. The bell rang and he made a deep sigh before getting up from his seat. "I'd better not keep her waiting. I look forward to the next class," he said with a small smile before he pulled his bag over his shoulder and gave her a short nod as farewell before leaving.

A girl got up from her chair, Buffy's former partner sat down where Baal had been sitting, looking at her with big eyes, "Tell... me... everything!" she demanded with big eyes. She wasnt really digging the mysterious vibe, but she had noticed how Buffy would be looking at him from time to time. "He was definitely giving you those eyes," she added with a bright smile as she giggled a little.

Vanessa frowned a little at Buffy’s words, not sure she could follow her train of thought. Why wouldnt it matter? She looked back at Baal and by the way he was looking at her, she knew she had overstepped this time. She looked down for a bit as she searched for her words, not wanting to say something that would seem to worsen the situation for the two. She definitely knew Baal was ready to argue the moment she got back to him. Buffy’s words made her swallow as she nodded a few times like she was starting to remember why she was out here in the first place, “Yeah.... we were gonna gooo,” she said before she saw him, the messy hair and his whole shtick drawing her in. She knew who he was. The notorious skirt chaser, Ethan Spencer. Why did he have to show up? She smiled a little at Ethan, though she wasnt returning the flirty gesture. “Mr. Spencer,” she greeted him, before Buffy got up. She frowned in confusion as the human walked off before she reached across the table and grabbed Ethan’s collar, “I’d ought to knock some sense into that skull of yours, smiling like that” she warned him, before letting go. She hated that he made her heart flutter like he did and she would have none of it. She got up from the chair, sending him a warning look before walking back to Baal who didnt even say anything to her but just started walking like nothing had happened. “So much for telling me how I should handle my crushes,” he said in a mocking tone that made her scoff at him. “I am not into him!” She argued but they both knew she was lying.

After getting their food, he had just gone home, not really wanting to think of anything else than some good old sleep. He tried his best but every time his mind was about to drift off, he remembered all the things he had done wrong. Turning his head away when she was greeting him, letting Vanessa trot off and stay behind like some idiot jerk. Those sounded more like Vanessa’s words but they applied quite well. When he had finally drifted off to sleep he had this odd dream. It felt more like reality and when he woke up, it was him drenched in sweat and gasping for air. He could only remember her face from all that had happened in his dreams, clutching his hands around the blanket as he drew in a few heavy breaths.

He didnt show up for history, but Lola had been given his notebook to pass onto Buffy when she arrived - He just wasnt sure how it would have been today after yesterday’s happenings, and more so why it seemed so complicated. He was just lying in his bed, fully clothed as he read some book he had borrowed from the library.

His sensual reply to her otherwise serious warning just made her make this frustrated sound as she let him go. Why couldnt her thoughts just stick to what she wanted, to punch him and not just imagine how soft his lips may feel. “You wish I’d love to make you do anything!” She quickly yelled back, feeling her cheeks run red as everyone turned their head to the commotion. She grabbed Baal’s arm and made them hurry out.

It wasnt really a good feeling that he had, lying in bed instead of going to class. He rubbed his forehead, thinking that stretching his legs with a small walk might loosen the knot in his stomach, but who was he kidding. Walking around the dormitories didnt help him at all. He was just about to turn back when he heard loud voices down the hall to see a teacher run with a student in his arms. He frowned a little as he recognized the blonde hair that she had, swallowing hard before his legs seemed to make the decision for him to go see what had happened. He entered the infirmary as they laid her in one of the beds, he walked up to a teacher, asking what had happened. He frowned a little as the teacher explained but simply nodded, though his eyes were filled with worry. “Dont worry, your girlfriend will be fine,” the teacher assured him, he felt like someone had poured ice down his spine and made his heartbeat irregular at the notion, “She’s not...” he said in a low voice, a tint of defeat in the tone? The teacher apologized before walking over to the nurses to explain the situation before returning to class. Baal stepped a little closer to the bed, looking at her as she seemed so peaceful. He looked at her hand, feeling his heart thump in his chest with a faster pace as consideration rushed through his mind. A simple touch wouldnt hurt, would it? He would know if it was merely attraction and be able to go on with his life if it was just that. He reached out, carefully, placing his hand on top of hers just to gasp a little silently, quickly pulling away - It had felt so right in the moment, but she wasnt awake. He shouldnt be making such advances. He turned, ready to leave as he heard her wake up, closing his eyes for a bit as he damned god in heaven for this. He turned back to her, grabbed a chair and sat down next to the bed as he crossed his arms. “What were you running from?” He asked, trying to mask the fact that he had been trying to leave.