Hell On Heels(49)

"Wait. Did you say community college? I've already graduated from a college that rivals most Ivy League institutions."
"You look young and that is where you need to be."
“Holy crap, you’re serious?”
“As a heart attack,” he replied, tucking my hair behind my ears. “You are so darn pretty, my little one.”
Compliments didn't help at the moment. I paced the room and my ire rose to my throat. An utter lack of control consumed me and I turned away from my grandpa's concerned gaze.
Frustration was eating me, and instead of yelling at the little man who had only come to help I slammed my hands down on the table. . .and it exploded.
"Shit," I screeched. Frantically I ran for the fire extinguisher and in my haste blew up the fridge. "Son of a bitch, help me," I begged before I took down the house.
"Breathe, Dixie," Grandpa demanded in a voice that calmed me. "Control your anger. Don't let it control you."
"I can handle this," I said with more confidence than I felt. Shithellfirebuttholes , I was going with the theory that if I said something aloud enough it would be true. Again, shithellfirebuttholes.
"You can and you will," he replied with an ancient confidence that calmed me some.
“Anger is my trigger?” I asked.
"Somewhat, but the main trigger is imbalance."
"I'm imbalanced?" I snapped. That would have been a lovely thing to have known before I'd left Hell.
"No, no dear." He chuckled. "Your Grandma Gigi is imbalanced, but she has a wonderful bosom. Imbalance in the world is your trigger."
"Could you be more specific?" I asked, ignoring the part about Mother Nature's boobs.
"Lack of balance, injustice, unfairness."
"That seems a bit do-goody for a Demon," I muttered.
"Yes, well, you can blame that on your mother."
"Ahhh, the elusive mother figure that seems to have caused some of the shitstorm up here."
"Correct. Keep your eyes open, child."
"If I didn't adore you so damned much I would incinerate you too," I muttered, hating the rules of being a Demon.
"I love you," he said.
"I love you too." I leaned in to kiss him but paused. “How will I know who the Rogue Demons and Angels are?”
“Trust me, you’ll know.”

Chapter 19
 
There was no way she could be that stupid. Community college was bad enough without this. We’d only been going to classes with humans for three days—how could she do this to me? I ran down the smelly hallway toward the crowd that had gathered. I was conscious of my speed. I had to hold back or explain a whole lot of stuff that no one would believe anyway. Grandpa stayed for four days and had left this morning. He made it abundantly clear to me that I needed to behave like a human. He told me to dance more. WTH? Carl was delighted and added ballroom dancing to our fight training sessions. Myrtle thought we should twerk. Holding back my speed was literally painful. Not many mortals could run so fast that they disappeared. There were simply too many things to remember.
The fluorescent lighting made the paint on the walls appear puke green. The colorful bulletin boards with lime green sorority rush notices couldn’t hide the fact that the college was over eighty years old and hadn’t been remodeled since the 1970’s.
I tried in vain to make my way through a group of the popular sorority girls sporting Uggs, t-shirts with Greek letters on them and super short minis. They had no intention of letting me by. I could disintegrate them with a single flick of my fingers, but that would be a bad thing and almost impossible to explain to my dad. None of the girls liked me because apparently all the boys did. The college was tiny and all who went here seemed to either be related or buddies since kindergarten. Very Deliverance.
I made a huge point of not even looking at the guys once I figured out what was going on. Not only that, but the classes were far too easy for me. I was trying to dumb it down, but it was difficult when I knew I was smarter than my teachers.
The Ugg brigade gave me no choice. I shoved my way through the overly made up mean girls to see what I knew was awaiting me but prayed to Satan was not.
Damn Myrtle, she was that stupid. Of all the dumb things she could have done, she had to do this. Was this payback for the vomit party? I’d apologized for that one repeatedly. It wasn't like she and Janet and Carl weren’t trying to kick my ass too. However, it was pointed out to me that getting your ass kicked and being spun till you puked were two different things entirely.
Myrtle was up to no good and was reliving one of the pranks she liked to play in Hell—playing dead. She lay prone on the bluish-greenish-grayish linoleum floor of the hallway between the math and science labs. The horrid lighting pouring out of the science room made her already pale skin even paler . To top it all off she didn’t appear to be breathing. Demons could go hours without breathing. I stared at my dear little fake cousin on the floor and began to brainstorm the ways I would kill her dead later.#p#分页标题#e#