Crazy Thoughts *open*

[Ange]

Ange thudded her feet endlessly against the filthy tiled floor and let out a bored sigh. It was English, her only lesson without either Lucifer or Mocha and it was so god-damn boring that Ange couldn't even summon up the energy to glare at the girl sitting next to her. The girl next to Ange was normal, completely and utterly normal, so that meant in Ange's eyes she was ugly, seriously ugly and Ange wrinkled her nose at just looking in her direction.

Ange looked around the classroom, empty of the teacher, she'd not arrived yet and she might not, and saw the normal scene of the boys trying to impress the girls mostly, Ange noticed to her satisfaction, herself and the girls where desperately trying to preen themselves into better shape so they could at least give Ange some competition Not likely, I've got Devil-given good looks that no-one but another High-Level Demon can beat, like Mocha for example. Ange snorted contemptuously at them and then grinned slyly with a wink, all their efforts were livening her up. It was time to play. Ange looked at the girl sitting next to her again and saw that she had her make-up bag out and her mirror. Ange leaned in so that she was reflected in the mirror, she tugged a lose strand of hair back into place and looked directly at the ugly girl.
"Not going to work luv, not even in your wildest dreams can you beat me. Remember that now." Ange smirked and slid back her chair noisily, not bothering to pull her skirt back down, it could be as high as it wanted to be, which was high. She strode across to the group of boys and flirting girls, her hips swaying confidently making it clear that she owned the classroom and the class in it. She heard the boys pulses quicken and her smirk became a permanent feature on her face. Even just being close to them was enough to make their pulse quicken eh? Oh this would be fun. Ange saw the closest boy that was sitting on a horrible plastic chair, he was good looking in a Greek-god way, unusual for a human, tall, with a muscular frame and a strong chin, though not too strong, his eyes a brilliant light brown matching his scruffy but short hair. Just Ange's type.

Ange strode forward towards the boy, noting his potential as a Demon, and lifted his chin up towards her face with the quick movement of a long-nailed hand. Ange noticed with a grin his straying look on her chest as his face was lifted towards hers, she kissed him quickly feeling his pulse speed up even more and sat on his lap gently. The girls screamed out-rage, apparently he was already taken, Sorry girl, but you should have kept him interested to stop him wanting me. The boys swore and glared daggers at the guy, not that he noticed he was too busy wrapping his arms around Ange's waist as she put on her perfect innocent face. Maybe English wasn't that bad after all.