Loved by a Devil (2 page)

I thought how
he
told the teacher how much my ear was bleeding and that
he
insisted on taking me to the nurse. After that, I saw Hillary Sullivan giving me evil glares from across the room. And then that's basically how we ended up here. I know, my life's boring.

I felt a slight tugging, and some pain reliever being rubbed on my ear.

"Okay," the nurse said,"You can go home now."

"I can't go to the rest of my classes?" I asked.

"That's basically what I just said." The nurse answered in an annoyed tone.

I let a sigh as I grabbed my bag from off the nurse's desk.

"Well, thanks." I told her as I was leaving.

She didn't answer.

Drew got up from the chair he was sitting in and followed me.

I got out into the hallway and heard the door shut behind him.

As I made my way to the front doors of the school, the bell rang for the ninth grade's lunch.

Drew and I just scooted to the side of the hallway as all the other students made their way to the lunchroom or their locker. I could feel the rise of hades glares on me.

Five minute passed, and we finally made it to my locker through the bustle of kids.

The hallway was completely empty.

I tried my locker combo, then I tugged on the handle.

It didn't open.

I did it another several times.

It wouldn't budge.

Unable to control my anger, I used my immortal strength to rip the locker door out of the wall.

There was a loud clank as the metal door dropped to the floor.

"Nice." Drew suddenly piped up.

Oh no. I forgot that Drew was right beside me!

Enter four lettered word here.

"Ugh..."

"It's okay," Drew assured "I already know what you are."

I sighed. "Immortal."

"Yeah. An you have tattoos, right?" He asked.

"They aren't tattoos, they're marks or something...I don't know." I sighed.

"I'm gonna look at them." He suddenly blurted.

And before I could say no, he closed the distance between us and hurriedly tugged the sleeve of my sweatshirt up.

There was a loud ripping noise, and I knew my sweatshirt was torn.

"They're so..." Drew trailed off.

"Hideous?" I guessed.

"No, they're far from that." He breathed.

And then the tip of his index finger started trailing on one of the spiraled circles on my wrist.

Yes, it felt good, which is what I really didn't want to admit to myself at the moment. It tickled too.

"Please stop." My voice shook.

"But you like it when I do this."

I was about to answer a big fat no, but then I looked into his creamy, luscious, chocolate brown eyes.

"Uh-huh." Was what managed to come out of barely a whisper out of my mouth.

He abruptly stopped tracing the spiral on my left wrist, which made think straight.

Thank god.

His hand cupped my cheek, and our foreheads were touching.

Oh no.

A jolt of electricity buzzed through my whole body, but it wasn't in pain. It was deep, and soothing.

I barely heard myself sigh. Something was wrong. The sides of my vision were starting to turn gray.

"Does your ear itch?" He said.

"Yeah." I whispered, suddenly realizing that it
did
itch, horribly.

And then he started tugging at the stitches in the cartilage of my left ear.

As the whole thread of stitches dropped to the floor, the pain started in my cartilage. It was atrocious.

I felt myself drop to the floor and cry out in pain.

"It hurts." Drew stated.

I whimpered in response.

"I'll make the pain go away."

I didn't even try to stop him, my vision was so bad it was all blurry and gray. And a slight echo followed as he talked.

He leaned toward me again and without hesitation, started sucking blood out the cartilage of my ear. Or was he putting something in my ear. Or was the saliva from his mouth he was using? I couldn't answer these questions to myself as I blacked out.

Chapter 3

"NO!" I screamed.

I sat up too see Hillary Sullivan about twenty feet away, hiding behind the doorway into the cafeteria, eavesdropping.

"What's wrong?"

It wasn't Hillary who asked me the question-she'd probably gouge her eyes out before she said that to me- it was Drew, who was sprinting down the hall towards me.

"Nothing. What happened?" I asked him.

He leaned down towards me, his minty breath blowing into my face.

"You fainted, and I went to get some help." He replied.

"Did you get anyone?" I started to panic, not feeling like dealing with people.

"No, I was gonna, but I heard you scream."

"Whatever. I'm going home."

I tried to stand up, but I ended up collapsing on the floor.

"Maybe I should carry you instead."

I wanted to say no, but he already picked up in his warm arms.

"Put me down!" I yelled.

"No." He frowned as he picked up my bag and slung it over his shoulder.

"No! Stop!" I tried to struggle out of his inhumanly strong grasp, but he didn't budge.

"You're not carrying me all the way home!" I snapped.

"I was actually gonna drive you home, but I think I'll enjoy carrying you better." He replied.

"What? No! You have to stay in school! And you didn't even take a car to school today!"

"I told the nurse that I was going to take you home so I can take care of you. And plus, I called my friend to drop off my car." He said smoothly.

I let it drop.

As we passed Hillary, I saw a flash of envy in her eyes. I turned my head, facing her as I gave her a "haha I'm getting carried out of the school and get to drive home and get taken cared of by this hot sexy boy" smile. In a silent reply, she gave me stank eye.

I turned my head away from her.

And then I heard her footsteps quickly hitting the marble floor, following us.

"Um, Drew."

Drew turned around to face Hillary, the blonde hobag with the crystal clear blue eyes and always played hard to get. And, she always wore the uncomfortable clothes that would be freezing if you wore them in the winter. Even though everyone else thought she was brought up by the deepest parts of heaven, I thought she was brought up in the most fireist pits of hell.

"Yes?" he questioned.

"Don't you think
she's
too heavy for you?" Hillary glared at me.

I gave her an evil glare back, but I just don't think her eyes were turning a deadly looking black.

She looked away, startled.

"No, she has the most perfect figure." Drew responded.

"Oh."

You could totally see the disappointed look on Hillary's face. Hmph. She expected Drew to agree with her.

"We have to leave." I told Hillary darkly.

"Yeah, we do." Drew agreed.

"Wait!"

I tried not to spit out a "what do you want?" out of my mouth.

"Yeah?" Drew said patiently.

"I was just wondering..."

She gave him a flirty smile as she bit her lip.

Drew responded with a too warm smile.

I, meanwhile, was fuming.

"There's a party tonight, at that old abandoned building by Wall Street, and I was wondering if you would like to come.

"BlackWater Acres?" He asked.

"Yes." Hillary responded.

Drew glanced at me.

"Oh, you have to be 18 to get in the party so..."

Ok. So what if I skipped a grade? That doesn't mean I'm not allowed in parties! Okay, maybe it did, but...whatever!

"I'll get her in." Drew said.

"What?" Hillary and I practically shouted at the same time.

"I can get you in." Drew told me.

"But I don't-"

"Fine. I guess she can come. I just don't want her to get in trouble..." Hillary interrupted me.

Liar.

"I'll take the blame." Drew told her.

"Then I'll see you at 9:30."

"You can count on it." Drew grinned at her, showing all of his perfect white teeth.

She flirted back, giving him another warm smile.

And then he leaned toward her, and placed a kiss on her forehead.

I knew what she was thinking when she took in a gasp of breath. She could feel the electricity buzzing through her head. Or, she was surprised he actually kissed her forehead. Probably both. Me? Well, I thought my head was going to explode. So I took advantage of the three second moment and grabbed almost a handful of her blonde hair on the back her neck and gently pulled.

When Drew pulled away, I saw the tears in Hillary's eyes. They were from the pain on the back her head.

"So I'll see you tonight." She choked, and walked back the cafeteria.

I put my fist full of hair in my pocket.

Drew walked out the door of the school that led to the parking lot.

"We're here." Drew said abruptly.

I looked at the black GMC in front of me.

He opened the passenger side door to the car.

"I can get in the car myself!" I snapped.

I could feel the hurt look in eyes, but didn't care.

I got out of his grasp and took my bag from him.

He walked away to the driver's side, a deep frown of frustration on his face.

"You coming?" He didn't look at me as he asked.

I stood there for a moment, feeling raindrops starting to pour on me. I heard the car start, wanting jump in with the warmth of the heater.

I took my fist full of blonde hair and let it drop on the asphalt before I climbed in the car and slammed the door behind me as we sped off towards my house.

Chapter 4

"I never got your name." Drew said as he handed me a hot bowl of his homemade soup.

I twirled the noodles and small pieces of chicken with the spoon he gave me, debating whether or not if I should tell him.

"Why are you going to the party tonight?" I asked instead.

"You didn't answer my question." he frowned.

"Me first." I replied.

"
We
are going to the party tonight because I want you to have fun."

"I thought I was sick." I frowned.

"You're not sick enough to go to a party."

"I'm not going!" I shouted.

He sighed. "Fine. Don't go."

"Huh?" I asked, surprised.

"You don't have to go, unless you tell me your name." he smiled.

"I can't believe your doing this to me!" I yelled as we pulled in the driveway to his house.

"I can't believe you're this stubborn." Drew chuckled.

"You coming?" he asked, unbuckling his seat belt.

"I'll stay here, thank you." I told him.

"Okay." he said slowly.

Before we left, after I showered, he wanted me to wear a dress. Then I had to beg and plead to him to not make me wear one of those hideous things for a half hour, which was one of the reasons why we were running late. I ended wearing a black sweatshirt from a Paramore concert, skinny jeans and red converse.

I heard the driver's side door open as he got in, hair a little damp. I looked at what he was wearing, blue jeans with a belt, shoes, and no-

"Why aren't you wearing a shirt?" I asked, trying not to stare at his beautiful bronze muscles.

"I didn't have time to put one on in the house, so I just brought this one and decided not to put it on 'till I start driving." he told me.

"What? That's crazy!" I yelled.

"You'd rather have me put it on 'till we get to the party?" he started driving.

I thought about it for a moment, thinking about Hillary probably dying when she saw him half naked.