Don't You Trust Me?

Iblis' red eyes glinted mischievously, watching the leaf in front of him as it curled as it was engulfed by a flame. His lips slipped into their trademark smirk, and he leaned against the wall of a bush.

It hadn't been particularly easy travelling from Ireland to America. Although, he found the journey would have been considerably more boring if it had been a smooth ride.

Stretching, his muscles flexing underneath his white top, the half demon kicked himself off of the bush and stuffed his hands into the pockets of his dark trousers. This place wasn't as irritating as he had anticipated. Few people, so far. Things were looking up.

Rhea made her way through the secret garden, memories from her last visit here made her giggle slightly to herself. It wasn't her ideal place to waste her time at, but it wasn't that horrible. At least the flowers were pretty.

Not a lot of people seemed to go there anyway, so it was a nice place to get some peace, not that Rhea didn't like other people's company. She actually preferred being around people over being alone, but sometimes even Rhea Capulet had to get a break from her friends.

So when she noticed a boy, standing not far away from her, she was slightly surprised (and to add startled because she had been focusing on the ground more than on the things around her). "You startled me." she accused, even though the boy couldn't possibly done that on purpose and she crossed her arms.

Iblis picked up on the sound of footsteps, and blew out a rough breath of frustration. So there were people. Brilliant. Just brilliant. He looked upwards from the ground at her, red orbs watching her intently.

"It wasn't exactly hard, now was it sweetheart?" he smirked in reply, his thick Irish accent clearly foreign to hers. If anything, he would have guessed that his eyes would have scared the girl. But apparently his mere presence would do the trick, now. Humans.

It took Rhea a moment to realize the boy was actually speaking English to her and not some foreign language that she didn't understand, his accent was heavy and she had to bite down on her lip not to laugh. She also wasn't sure whether or not his sentence had been an insult. Though, she’d always hated the pet name ‘sweetheart’.

She scowled at him, tilting her head a little and studying his face – she jumped back a little as she got a good look at his eyes. What the hell. "What’s up with your eyes?" the words slipped out before she could stop them, but honestly, she’d never seen red eyes before. "You've got colored contacts, don’t you? Are you one of those freaks? Don’t tell me, you've got a tattoo of a pentagram on your back, too?" she stopped for a moment, before adding. "Sweetheart."

Iblis rolled his eyes at the girl, shaking his head- as if disappointed. Contacts? And he had thought that her being scared so easily made her stupid- now this, this was an entirely lower level of intelligence.

"Sure." The half-demon chuckled, before slowly extending his arm towards her, and splaying his palm out- and a flame sprung from it, and flickered brightly in the center. "They're just contacts." He smirked at her, and closed his hand again- the flame disappearing as quickly as it had appeared there moments before. Manipulation of fire came with having a hellish mother.

"Are you usually so quick to show your lack of intelligence or is today just special?" Iblis remarked, looking down at his nails as he began to walk away from her.

Something about the way he spoke his words, an extra emphasis here and there, made Rhea feel slightly uncomfortable. Which was new to her, being uncomfortable around boys was definitely not normal. But this boy didn't seem to be normal.

Was. His. Hand. On. Fire? Surely it was the sun playing with her. Or some stupid magic trick. The human girl stared at the boy, but before she could mutter out anything he had spoken again. And this time she knew it was an insult.

"Uhm, excuse me?" Rhea demanded. She didn't care if he was rather cute, she really did not like this person. Or well, sometimes Rhea didn't mind people being dicks to her, sometimes she found it hot. But that wasn't the case here. "Who do you think you are?"

Iblis almost laughed out loud at the girl, amused by her nature- if not irritated by it. She reminded him oddly of one of those fruit flies, trying to get out of a room by colliding itself repeatedly with a window in hope of escape. They were both simple minded and fascinating to watch.

"Stupid and deaf?" The half-demon called over his shoulder, carrying on walking further away from her. "Not a good combination, sweetheart." He stopped walking at her question, and did a 180 degree turn, looking at her face again.

"I think I'm someone who's better than you." He replied simply, smirking as he turned away from Rhea again and continued to walk through the gardens. It was almost a skill that he had mastered over the years- knowing exactly what to say, how to say it, to truly bring out the ugly side of people. It was entertaining to watch.

Okay, so her good mood - had she been in a good mood? She couldn't quite remember - was definitely gone.

If there was something the girl did not like, it was being called stupid. Especially by boys. Her eyebrows narrowed and her folded arms unfolded so she could place them on her hips, trying to look taller than she was. 'Sweetheart'. God, was she loathing that word.

"You're heavily mistaken," she sneered out. Not completely sure if to stand her ground or follow him. She stood still, but watched him move. Who. The. Hell. Was. This. Kid. And what the hell did he think he was playing at? He wasn't even American, so the hell was he doing here? "I think you're someone who is pathetic, therefore you cannot be better than I am." she said, voice leveled and even. "What you're even doing here is beyond me. This school is a place for proper people, not bratty emo kids with coloured contacts and magic tricks up their sleeves."

"Stupid, deaf, and temperamental." Iblis tutted lowly. "I think you need help with your first impressions." He smirked. She was almost too easy- there was no challenge here to get her angry. It was like shaking up a wasp in a container- the outcome was always predictable.

A short, bitter bark of laughter ripped from his lips, and the young boy continued to walk, finally turning around the corner and out of her sight- though, much to his irritation, her voice carried in the garden.

And she was still rambling about the same things. Could she not be more inventive and think of something else? At least Gwen was able to provide something intelligent- something that he could deconstruct and throw back at her. With this one, it was the same incessant insults.

"Ah, proper people. They're always fun." He smirked, flexing his fingers absently and looking down at his hand as he strolled through the gardens- not talking to anyone in particular now, just replying to the last thing he had heard.

Rhea's temper was flaring. Honestly, who was he to speak to her that way? She was Rhea bloody Capulet. She spoke to people that way, but people weren't supposed to dare to speak to her like that. What had she ever done to him, anyway?

She hated these types of people (or well, the type she thought he was, because what he truly was was something she'd not be able to fully understand, for she was just a human girl), there had been a bunch of them back home. People that always wore black clothes, or weirdly bright clothes, contacts and pretended to be something they were not.

Without really realizing why, Rhea started stalking in his direction. The wind blowing her hair back and her cheeks gaining heat from her anger. "Honestly," she came to a halt when she saw him again. "What exactly are you?" she demanded. The word 'freak' staying on her tongue, even if she deeply wanted to call him that again. Could she point out that his fashion sense was ridiculous? And contacts, honestly. And on top of that he was Irish or something. "And what are you trying to succeed in by being.. well, your cheerful self?"