You were talking with Alastor, talking about your schedules for senior year. You pulled yours out, reading it aloud and Alastor agreeing what classes you were both in

Meanwhile, Lucifer’s blood was boiling as he watched you behind the tree talking with that lanky prick. He growled under his breath and glared at Alastor. He looked at you, knowing he physically can’t approach you without dying of embarrassment

“They’ll be mine. Just you wait, you asshole.” He states