Early this morning
When you knocked upon my door
And I say, "Hello, Satan. I believe it is time to go."
Me and the Devil
Walking side by side
And I'm gonna see my man until I get satisfied
The shit-eating grin that was spread over Diablo’s face as they sped down the familiar path down to school wouldn’t be going anywhere anytime soon. The heat of the moment had left his previously dry-cleaned uniform shirt not only wrinkled, but also buttoned up incorrectly with lip gloss stains on the collar area. His carefully styled hair was now visibly messed up, light-skinned cheeks slightly flushed and gray eyes shining with the satisfaction of a job well done and very much enjoyed. The impromptu homecoming had gone better than anything he would have imagined, and the void he’d been feeling was filled somewhat -even if if was in a temporary way. The feeling of his body and April’s taking each other to heights of paradise was one he didn't realize he’d been craving as much as he actually did, but it was something that he now refused to let go of. If it wasn't because it was the first day, you could be certain Santiago would be driving back to his house with her instead.
The young brunette wasn’t even phased as Santiago whipped his car through the suburbs, going at least
twice the speed limit. The speed was something that came naturally to April, something she enjoyed rather than feared. So as her partner in crime drove like a maniac, she sat calmly in the passenger seat touching up the makeup that had become smeared in the pair’s front-seat adventures. With one final once over in the Lambo’s rearview mirror, April leaned back in the seat and did her best to straighten out the wrinkled light blue King’s Academy blouse. She growled gently as she caught a glimpse of her ruffled hair in the mirror before she ran her fingers through it in a desperate attempt to straighten it.“Now if it wasn’t going to be evident before, it certainly will be now.”
April frowned playfully at Santiago.“So what? You embarrassed about it now or something?”
Diablo teased, eyes venturing off the road long enough to shoot her a wink before focusing back ahead, driving though Crown Heights with the one arm on the wheel and the characteristic full-on swag pose.“No, of course not Santi, but advertising your sex life on the first day of school doesn’t leave a great first impression on anyone.”
April pursed her lips in thought before eventually conceding and grabbing a hair elastic from around her wrist. With a practiced hand, the brunette tied her long hair up into a loose ponytail, grumbling as she pulled and tugged at a few loose strands. With a sigh, April finally relaxed in her seat and went to complete her morning makeup ritual with her trademarked strawberry lip gloss. As she reached around behind her seat and found only air, the realisation donned on her. “Fuck! I forgot my bag!”
Diablo cursed in Spanish, giving April a disbelieving look. “Are you for real, Lils? We’re literally at the gates right now.” “Because I’d lie about something as mundane as a school bag, Santi. It’s in the back seat of my car.”
April gritted her teeth. It couldn’t be the first day of school without a minor annoyance like this. Nothing ever went according to plan in April’s life, not even the simple things. “Forget it, we’re already almost late. I’ll live without it.”
The level of her frustration was clearly audible in the indifferent, yet venomous tone she used when uttering that last sentence of defeat.
Meanwhile, a devilish grin came to Santiago’s face, his tongue out and the tip of it resting on the corner of his top lip. “No, no. I see what you're trying to do here, April Foster. You want us to go back to your place to get the bag and get a little more of something else, right? That's genius. I'm fucking impressed.”
You could practically hear April’s eyes roll as Santi spoke, shaking her head she muttered “Typical…”
under her breath. “When are you gonna grow up?”
The brunette jabbed his shoulder with a balled fist before returning her gaze to the school in front of them. “Never. I’m Peter motherfucking Pan,”
he declared proudly, shooting April a cheeky grin. When he noticed there was still some annoyance remaining in her, he leaned over towards her and planted a kiss on her cheek in an attempt to cheer her up. Lils was cute when she was angry, but after what they had just done Diablo wanted her to be all smiles, not pissed off over something as stupid as a forgotten bag. “Cheer up, beba, or I might have to take you down to Neverland and see if that works.”
April leaned over and rested her head on Santiago’s arm, letting out an overdramatic groan of protest. “Come on Santiiiii, let's just get to school. We need to make an entrance! Not just show up like some normal people. What fun is that?”
She tugged at his arm much like a little kid would tug on their parents, continuing to egg him on.
A mischievous grin spread across Diablo’s features. “An entrance you say?”
he asked April in that tone of voice she knew meant trouble.“Well yeah. You can’t just show up all casual and expect to leave a lasting impression. You’ve gotta come in with style. Remember last year? How I almost got expelled on the first day because I came within inches of hitting the Principal with my car? THAT is an entrance.”
April grinned like an idiot. She wore that memory like a badge of honor and it never ceased to make her smile when she thought of it. “Now I’m not condoning that we run into the faculty, but we need to do something to get people’s attention. Any ideas?”
Santiago didn’t even bother to reply. Instead, he reached for a button in the front panel of his car and pressed it. The roof of the Lambo slowly moved backwards, leaving the couple completely exposed to the outside. No sooner than the roof had finished hiding itself away in the secret compartment, Diablo picked up his phone and scrolled down his playlist until he found the round of songs that would sure make an ‘entrance’. With a smirk, the young man pressed play, then turned up the volume of his car as loud as he could without deafening himself. The whole vehicle began to vibrate with the blasting sound of that ghetto Hispanic music of his
, instantly earning the couple looks from the school population that did or didn’t understand the lyrics of the song playing.
While April certainly didn’t know all of the lyrics to the songs Diablo was playing, she knew the general meaning of most of them and as such, swayed to the the thumping rhythm in her seat. She flipped down the aviator glasses that had sat in her hair until now and mouthed along to the lyrics that she did know, glancing over to Diablo as they pulled through the front gates of the school. She made sure to send a sarcastic blown kiss out the window as they passed by Victoire on her perch. God, that woman drove her crazy sometimes.
He purposely drove slower than he normally would, seemingly taking his time to find an empty parking spot but in reality just milking it to get the most attention. It took Diablo a good two or three songs to “find the perfect spot” before pulling up into it and putting an end to the Latin dance party by shutting off the car’s engine.“That enough of an entrance for ya, chula?”
Diablo asked the brunette in the passenger seat, a sly grin on his face as the car’s roof slid back into position. “If I’m being one-hundred percent honest, the speakers in my car are a bit better. But for a first attempt, it wasn’t too bad.”
She laughed as a shit-eating grin spread across her face, sticking her tongue out at Santi while the young man rolled her eyes at her. After her fit of giggles had subsided, the brunette leaned her head on his shoulder and sighed. “I’m glad you’re back Santi, really. It's not the same without my diablo around to talk to.”
Although completely not used to any of the cutesy stuff, there was no denying Santiago had a soft spot for April, and things just seemed to come naturally whenever he was with her. Instead of pulling away from the affection like he usually would with anybody else, he simply went with it. “It’s good to be back, Lils,”
Diablo admitted, kissing the girl’s forehead. He gave them a minute to enjoy each other’s company before he gently moved his shoulder. “I think we should get going, though. I wanna catch up with Lucas before class, and we don’t wanna give Vic any more reason to be on our asses this early in the morning.”
Truth be told, April had prepared herself this morning to do exactly that: piss off Victoire. The girl acted like she ruled the school, and while some people may have followed under her supposed “reign of terror”, April saw right through the bullshit. What the hell was this little one-hundred ten pound prissy little girl gonna do to her, anyway? Get her suspended? Terrifying.
Because of Victoire, April had decided to go out of her way this morning to break the uniform code. She had exchanged her uniform jacket with her own cropped leather jacket, her skirt had been hemmed up slightly and instead of the required shoes, April had chosen to wear her much preferred riding boots. “Really? That's what I live for on the first day of school.”
Santiago let out a sigh, shaking his head in disapproval. April’s no-bullshit attitude was one of the things that drove him crazy about her, but it wasn’t a trait he enjoyed very much right now. To carry on doing his business, Diablo needed to keep his nose clean and out of any sort of trouble with the school as to avoid bringing the wrong kind of attention to himself.“Well, you go do that, babe. I’ll catch up with Lucas,”
he told her, giving her one last kiss before grabbing his stuff from the backseat and exiting his car. “See you around, princesa. Don’t get into too much trouble, okay?”
he added with a smile, shooting one last wink her way before heading off.
April smiled and waved as she hopped out of the car, walking away from Santi and towards the only other people she really hung out with. As she approached the table, she pulled the aviators away from her eyes and smiled towards Chanel and Julie. “It has been way too long. How goes?”
She directed the question at both of them, unsure of how else to address them.