I'm dating a demon :2P america X shy reader (ch 4)

You woke up to the feeling of a foot poking your shoulder and you realized you were staying with your friend since she often woke you up that way.

You shifted and looked up to your friend who was sleeping in her bed next to you while you slept on the mattress that you had dragged from the guest room next to her. She smirked when she noticed you were awake and sat up while you curled up in your blankets for another five minutes.

“don't make me kick you out of be because you know that I will,” the last part was said in unison because that was what she always told you when you couldn't get out of bed in the morning and she kicked FRUKing hard!

You cracked your eyes open and sat up, looking down at your warm fluffy blanket as if you'd never be allowed to sleep again.

“it's sunday, why get up?” you asked sleepily.

“well if we're going to kidnap them we need a plan!” your friend cheered happily.

You groaned and fell back onto your pillow with your blanket over your face.

Your friend eventually dragged you out of bed by claiming your blanket and kicking your off the mattress. You got up and followed her to the kitchen for breakfast.

“but, seriously,____” your friend said over breakfast “what now?”

“what do you mean? You're the only one who has experience with guys, remember?” you said nervously.

Your friend stopped to think about that for a moment.

“we'll see them tomorrow at school. We'll see what happens from there,” she said.

“I like that plan, but...” you said.

“but what?”

“if Al's gonna be like 'that' at school...” you said, picturing Al wrapping his arms around your waist while giving you that childish toothy grin in the middle of the hall with everyone staring at you and gossip spreading like a wildfire.

“don't worry. He doesn't look like the cheesy type,” your friend said reassuringly.

“were you paying attention yesterday?” you asked almost sarcastically.

“uhm... I got a bit sidetracked,” your friend said awkwardly.

You sighed and hung your head. You finished your breakfast and took a shower to wash away the glitter and the sticky hair-product your friend used on you the night before.

Your brushed your hair and teeth and got dressed. You looked at yourself in the mirror to be greeted by the sight you had always spend so much time looking at that you had become bored with it. You weren't ugly, neither were you beautiful. You were plain pretty. You didn't have the curves or the tiny waist that those annoying, slutty, bimbos at school had, but you were beautiful to see.
Your friend called out to you and you ran to the door after grabbing your bag and you left her place.

Walking around the shopping district on sunday had it's bright sides. There were no kids crying over a toy they wouldn't get, no creepers trying to talk to you, no gossiping girls that were laughing at you when you looked away.

You went around the corner and saw a group of guys arguing loudly in the middle of the street. At first you thought it was the adversaries, but when you looked closer something seemed off with them.

Francis was completely clean and you could almost see roses appear around him in the background.

a seemingly sober, long haired, Shang was yelling at Nicolas who was smiling eerily at him and his hair was ash-blonde in contrast with his usual brown, with a matching tan coat and a light pink scarf.

Oliver's hair was sandy blond and his eyes were green, his clothes were normal (a pair of tan slacks and a green vest over his white button up shirt) and most of all, he was swearing like nobody's business!

Allen was replaced by a bright obnoxious blond, holding a burger, and he wore normal square glasses rather than sunglasses.

There was no Max, oh wait! There was! He was standing quite far away from them and had his hair cut short, he wore a red hoodie and some jeans, and his glasses were also normal. since he was rather quiet and did not partake in the argument of his companions you almost hadn't noticed him.

You were about to ask your friend if she knew the guys by any chance, but when you turned to face her she was already walking up to them.

“Hi, what's up?” your friend asked the canadian.

“oh... uhm... we're a bit lost and now they are fighting over who's fault it is,” he said timidly.

“well, where were you going?” your friend asked.

“uhm... there's a high school nearby, right?” he asked in return.

“yup, it's right down the street, then you take a left, over the bridge, then to the right and follow that road until you hit a huge, 4 story building and that's the one,” she explained. You stayed behind her and kept quiet.

“oh, thanks a lot. We should get going now, eh,” he said and he tried to catch the attention of his bickering friends.

“by the way, you do know that it's sunday, right?” your friend asked.

“yes, but we need the place to be quiet,” the boy said.

“what are you gonna do? Rob the place?” your friend asked and you pulled on her sleeve, signaling you'd rather leave.

“yo, dude! How's it going?” the american had shifted his attention to you and was now standing right behind you.

“f-fine. How about you?” you asked out of politeness. You hated it when strangers suddenly decided to talk to you and the blonde seemed like an even bigger pain than the usual passerby who asked where he could find the flower shop.

“I'm good, thanks. What're you doing here?” he asked, his blue eyes shimmering in a cheerful childish way.

“we were showing your friend here how he could get to our school,” your friend stepped in, thank god.

“oh, never mind that. The place is gonna be there tomorrow so why waste our free sunday going there?” he said.

“so you're not gonna rob the place?” your friend asked, sounding convinced by her theory. You gave one last tug on her sleeve, but then stepped away from her with an 'I'm not with stupid' expression all over your face.

“No way, dude! Heroes don't steal! Never!” he exclaimed with an obvious pout.

“then why go there?” she asked.

“his idea,” he said, pointing at the englishman who was currently in the process of strangling the bearded frenchman.

“well, like I was saying we can go there tomorrow, so how about we go get some ice-cream instead?” he asked, winking at you.

“no thanks we have to go, nice meeting you, bye!” you said hurriedly, dragging your friend away with you and quickly pacing down the street.... at least... until that guy grabbed your other hand.

“hold on a sec, I don't even know your name,” he said.
'can't this guy take a hint? Should I tell him?' you thought to yourself.

“it's polite to give your own name before asking someone else's,” your friend said.

“oh, sure! My name is Alfred F. Jones and I'm the hero!” he stated proudly.

“m-my name is ____ _____,” you said shyly, as you tried to pull your hand from his iron grip.

“so, ____, no ice-cream?” he asked again.

“no ice-cream,” you said. He finally let your hand go and you walked away quickly.

Your friend caught up to you moments later, you'd hardly realized you'd let her go.

“you're that scared of strangers? I mean, I know you don't like them, but I didn't see you acting that shy around most people,” your friend asked.

“if they are strange, foreign, fighting, obnoxious, and flirtatious strangers, yes, I'm very scared!” you said.

“alright, I guess that makes sense. But seriously now, do you think they were going to rob the place?” your friend asked playfully, and you gave her a “playful” shove, as you both started to laugh.

~time skip~

you parked you bike in the usual spot and locked it before heading off to class. You walked past the parking lot and saw Max and Allen standing there. Max was smoking and Allen was obviously complaining about it, which wouldn't be weird if it wasn't the first period. Most of the time they wouldn't show up until the 3th period.

Allen noticed you and winked at you over his shades. You blushed and clutched your bag, walking a bit faster, hoping no one noticed. You felt your stomach do backflips again and prayed they'd go away soon.

Your first class was history and the classroom just so happened to have a perfect view of the parking lot. Great.

You tried to keep your eyes on the board and pay attention to the teacher but when he told you to get started on your homework you couldn't help but let your eyes wander towards your handsome lover who was sitting on the hood of his car and watching you closely.

After getting very little work done you got to your next class, which you would be having with your bestie which would guarantee your safety.

“morning ___, did you see Allen?” she said as you entered the classroom.

“yeah, did you see Max?” you asked sheepishly.

“yeah, but did you talk to him?” she asked.

“no, I'm too nervous. What if someone sees? They'll laugh,” you said.

“they'll laugh at Allen?” your friend said sarcastically.

“that's not the point!” you said a bit too loud and you both sat down.

“but he still doesn't have your number or your address. How else will you talk to him?” she said.

You shifted in your seat a little and tried to think of a answer.

There was none.

“do you need my help?” she eventually said.

“yes please, would you do that for me?” you said hopefully.

“I promised I'd help you find you prince, kidnap him and bring him to you and I intend to keep that promise,” she promised.

“thanks,” you said and gave her a hug. After that the teacher started so your conversation was unfortunately cut short.

~time skip~

it was lunch break you walked over to your locker to get your books for the next few periods. You grabbed your lunch and a few books and put them in your bag when someone shut your locker for you and put one arm around your waist.

It wasn't Allen.

You tried to walk away, but he held you tight.

“hold on a sec, babe,” he said in a low growling voice.

“w-what is it?” you asked.

“I heard you're dating Allen now. Is he any good? I promise you I'm better,” he said. You could see some of his friends laughing a little further down the hallway and you could feel tears well up.

“what are you talking about?” you whimpered. He tsked and turned you to face him.

“you know what I mean,” he growled and he squeezed your butt quickly. You yelped and tried to free yourself, making you drop your bag, a single tear escaping your eyes and running down your cheek.

“hey, the lady doesn't want you, dude. Let her go already!” a familiar voice called out.

“hey, mind your own business, dude!” the guy retorted.

“I warned ya,” the other said. You felt a hand grasp your arm and looked around to see the  guy you saw the day before.

“ Leave. Her. Alone.” he said once more.

“or what?” the guy said.

That question was answered with a punch to the face, and the guy was ripped off you. He landed on his back and clutches his bleeding nose.

“that was a warning, dude,” Alfred said cheerfully, as if he hadn't just come close to breaking his nose.

“oh, yeah?!” the guy said, getting up and trying to punch Alfred back, but he caught it easily.

Alfred sighed. He let you go and you stepped back on instinct.

He punched the guy in his gut and send him flying. he landed a few meters down the hall way, right before his friends, who quickly made a run-for-it.

“you okay, doll?” Alfred asked. He lifted your chin and wiped your tears away.

“y-yeah, I'm fine. thank you,” you said. Right now you just wanted to get away and have your lunch in a quiet corner of the school like usual, but Alfred put a hand on your shoulder and bend down to your level.

“how about that ice-cream now?” he said comfortingly.

“____!” you heard someone call out and you quickly picked up your bag.

Allen walked up to you until Alfred stood straight and looked him in the eye.

“what do you want, Allen?” Alfred asked in a sharp tone.

“just came here to see my girl,” Allen said, and he put his arms around your waist, his bat still in hand, but at a safe distance from your leg. You looked up at Alfred nervously. If he knew Allen it couldn't be good.

“____, you're dating this guy?” he asked. You nodded shyly and hung your head.

“what are you even doing here, Jones?” Allen huffed. Allen looked like he was about to bash Alfred's brain out and that strength would be of little help if that happened.

You reached behind you to put a hand on Allen's cheek.

“some guy was hitting on me. He broke his nose, I think,” you said.

“yeah, some boyfriend,” Alfred said cockily with a scowl on his face. Allen growled again and held you a little closer.

“uhm... I don't mean to interrupt, but ____ and I had plans, so if you'll excuse us,” your friend said, grabbing your wrist and dragging you with her, Al let go of you and both Americans watched you leave.

“You're a life-saver (BFF/N)” you said, as you walked away.

“no need to thank me, you were just about to get caught in the middle of their fight,” she said.

You walked out of the school and onto the parking lot. You were about to question her when you saw Max and Matthew sitting on the hood of Max's car.

“we have a problem,” your friend stated