Leraye the Demon: Part Two (special preview)

The following day, you were getting out of class and heading towards the library to study.  The day was bright, and it was hurting your eyes. You squinted through the shadows of the awning around the library door, thinking you could see someone coming towards you.

Then your phone rang.

You scoffed, it had ot be your mother, no one else ever called you. You answered without even looking.

“I’m just getting out of class, I haven't even gotten the exam results back yet,” you huffed.

“Well then, I’m glad I’m not bothering you.” Leraye’s voice came through and shocked your system, stopping you dead in your tracks.

You held your breath for a second. “Sorry, I thought this was my mom.” You stepped off the sidewalk onto the grass so people could get by.

“Only me. I wanted to continue our conversation from last night.”

You swallowed. “Okay, sure.” You wandered along the grass, aiming towards one of the trees so you could stand in shade. “What about?”

“It bothers me that you can see me.”

“A lot of people can see you. Is that really so bad?” You sat down under the tree and placed your backpack to the side.

“Not what I meant,” he grumbled. “You can see me like no one else can. That bothers me a great deal.”

You glanced around, seeing people going back and forth to classes. “I promised I wouldn’t tell anyone. Not that I ever was going to.”

“But what if someone found out about you? About your family? If word got out you could see beyond normal vision, that could be a problem.” You could hear a chair being moved as Leraye spoke to you.

“I guess,” you murmured.

There was an edge of irritation to Leraye’s voice. “I’m being serious here. It concerns me that you can just tell people so easily about your abilities.”

“Just you.” You leaned back against the tree and looked up.

“A demon,” he huffed.

“Is there something you’re trying to get at?” You were trying to keep the conversation light in case anyone were to be listening in.

“Is there somewhere we can talk about this in private?” He asked.

You smiled as your heart pounded. “Like a date?”

“Not like a date. I want to talk to you in person,” he huffed.

You thought for a second. “Do you like sushi?”

Leraye grunted. “What?”

“There’s a sushi place down from my family’s cafe called Nice Place. They have these big private booths, they also have really good food. We can meet there tonight if you want. So, do you like sushi or not?” You were holding back on your excitement.

“That’s fine,” Leraye sighed. “But don’t be getting any ideas.”

“Great. Let’s say at six?”