My Demon King - Chapter 2I hope you guys will enjoy chapter 2. And the picture is of Hanako.
"Hanako! Wait up!" Yelled my friend, Claire, and she caught up to me as I waited for her near the school front gates.
"You're slow," I replied and Claire playfully swatted my hair. We started walking and I blew some strands out of my face and she said, "Let's do some shopping!"
"Alright, but I have to drop off my stuff first," I reminded her as we crossed the street. My house was only a few minutes away from school so it was usually a five-minute walk. I was pretty lucky to live near the school because I didn't have to inconvenience myself and I got to come home to get some things that I would forget to bring to school. Plus, I lived by myself and sometimes I woke up late.
We reached my house and I reached for my key in a little hidden slot in the wall, very cleverly concealed, and I opened the door. I dropped my school bag on the couch, grabbed a purse and threw in my wallet and phone. I headed outside to where Claire was waiting and we set off to go shopping.
Well, of course, it was indeed quite rude of me to not introduce myself. My name is Hanako Greene. Well, my parents loved Japan, so they gave me a Japanese name with an American last name but my parents aren't even here. They're always traveling, constantly, because of their work and so it feels like I'm an orphan sometimes. I get so frustrated when they're not here and I would look at other people having fun with their parents with jealousy and sadness. But, now that I'm 16 years old and I'm used to it, I just accepted it as part of my life. Well, I'm also 5 foot 6, have medium-length, wavy brunette hair with side bangs, and sometimes I like to dye my hair with different colors, depending on my mood. Claire says I'm pretty but I don't see it. Aha, well, I don't really care about it anyway.
We finally reached the mall and Claire immediately dragged me off to the salon. She pushed me through the door and then said, "Manicure! Manicurreeee!!" Wow, I had completely forgotten that Claire loved getting manicures. She's weird yet a very good friend.
"No. But I'm going to change my hair color," I said and Claire nodded, excitement in her eyes.
An hour later, we emerged, Claire's hair styled and her nails done (quite fast for an hour) and me with purple, blue, and red streaks that made me look, as what the hair stylists said, very pretty. They lost me there. Claire went on her usual shopping craze while I simply picked a few simple clothes, something caught my eye. A tall fair-haired guy that looked about six feet wearing a black hoodie with black jeans run past the window, laughing. An older guy chased after him, yelling something and I put my clothes on a racket and stepped outside, curious to see what was going on.
The guy suddenly turned around, laughed, and dodged the older guy, and laughed again. The older guy looked tired and said something like, "Please, my Lord, we must get back." The guy looked thoughtful for a moment and then said cheerfully, "Nope!" And then turned around, running towards me. I realized he wasn't going to dodge me so I tried to step out of the way but he ran straight to me, and grabbed me by the shoulders. He spun me around and then leaned down to look at me at eye level.
"Well, looky here, fantastic hair you got there little pretty girl," he said in a teasing tone, and gently tugged at my hair. I blinked at him, mesmerized by his dark brown eyes and the way the light shone on his fair hair.
"Pretty," he said, patting me on the head and then seemed to get a skateboard out of nowhere. He hopped on it and started skateboarding away, whistling, and I watched the older looking man stumble past me and after that mysterious guy.
"Ooh, look at Hana! She's blushing!" Claire squealed as I walked back to her. I shook my head and touched my cheeks, muttering, "So not blushing," and Claire continued to nudge me on the arm and begging me to tell her who was the guy that was causing me to blush. When the shopping was finally over and I walked back to my house, I couldn't stop thinking about that guy. Something about him, seemed very... interesting.