5

Stepping into one of his least favorite classes, history, Ryder placed his butt in his designated seat. Next to the window, near the back of the class, sharing a table with Melissa, who not the best person to be around. One good thing about this class? He shared it with Isadora.

Isadora sat all the way on the other side of the class, two rows behind him.

The class was chaotic because somebody has overheard that the teacher would be out for the next month due to a leg injury, and they would be having a substitute. God did he feel bad for whoever the person was.

The door was burst open and Ryder couldn't believe his eyes.

Death, was standing there, in all his intimidating glory. Tall, and scary, he instantly made the whole class shut up and cower slowly back to their seats. In his head, Ryder was laughing since he has never seen the quarterback of this school, with a face that clearly said that he would soon be needing new pants.

Death, came over to the board and started writing on it. In a very neat cursive writing, he wrote letter by letter until it came out as Mr.Azael.

"If you can't read script then my name is Mr.Azael, and I will be your substitute teacher for the next month." His baritone voice rang out, echoing through the surprisingly very silent class.

He picked up a sheet of paper and started reading off names. Ryder couldn't help but notice how his tone softened just the slightest when he said Isadora's name.

"Liza Volls?" he called out but didn't get a response. He looked around the class until his eyes stopped on a flirting couple in the back. His hard look turned into an amused one as he turned to the class.

"I will allow you to take you phones out and film those two for blackmail." He said, and the entire class started digging in their pockets and bags looking for their gadgets. As soon as everyone's phones, but a select few who didn't find it amusing, were on the flirting couple and were all filming, Azael cleared his throat, making the two people in a middle of a heated kiss jump apart. The girl blushed and the guy looked angry. And to Ryder, he looked almost like a cartoon character who looked like he would have smoke coming out of his ears any second now.

"I believe I will have to change seats now huh? Everyone stand up and go to the back." Azael said, motioning for everyone to stand up. Ryder could already predict what would happen. Azael will most likely put Isadora and him together. Luckily they were able to bond at least little during lunch, and now could be called acquaintances. Which should say something.

"Valance and Madison, table six." Azael said, pointing to the very back table, thankfully not where the couple has sat.

"Matthews and Correl" He said, putting out quarterback with one of the class nerds. Ryder almost felt sorry for the kid, but knew that Elijah wouldn't bother him since Azael, even though he is death, wouldn't tolerate it, since he did have to play teacher.

After the entire class was seated, which took up a good fifteen minutes of the period thankfully, Azael started teaching, not even needing to look at the textbook. Which didn't surprise Ryder the slightest since Azael has probably seen all of this firsthand.

"How do you remember all of this?" One of the cheerleaders, Kennedy, asked sounding both shocked and annoyed for reasons unknown. Maybe she was jealous of the teacher's IQ which was probably two times hers will ever be. Ryder, will probably never know,

"Because unlike you airhead, I actually played attention in class." Azael said, making the whole class burst into a fit of ooooohhh's and burns's. It made Ryder chuckle to himself how no matter how old Azael is, he kept up to the modern time. And how in his head, Ryder was on the first name basis with the death himself.