GENRE: YA SECRET
I’m probably the only angel who regularly gets phone calls from Hell. I haven’t even put my pants on yet this fine Monday morning - not that I should expect that to make a difference. Rolling my eyes, I swipe my thumb across the screen, cutting off the Muse piano riff that’s been my ringtone since I don’t know when.
“‘Morning, bro,” I say with an exaggerated yawn.
“You cheeky bastard,” answers my brother. “How’s it hanging?”
My roommate, Luca, perks up briefly as he puts on his own Balthazar Academy uniform shirt. “Hey, Gabe,” he says, before turning back to the mirror inside our closet door.
“Luca says hi,” I say. “All right, what do you wanna sell me today?”
I can almost hear the stupid grin in Gabe’s voice as he answers. “I got another great setup for tonight. You get your ass down to the Bridge by five, and just...let the sparks fly.”