"Okay, so we're not going to eat first," I announced as we walked by a bar. "We are going to drink... vodka."

She made me kiss a fucking fish, the thing I hate the most in this world. My little rebel is not going to get away with it that easily and I just happen to know what she hates the most.

As soon as she processed what I had said, she stopped me, with a disgusted look spreading on her face. "No," she refused.

"Yes," I smirked, finding eternally it amusing how she stood up to me. Almost nobody had the balls to talk to me in that tone.

"Oh, go to hell, Draven!"

"I really can't do that, the demons there still have a restraining order against me," I replied, trying to piss her off even more. This is the funniest thing ever.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, she pushed me against a wall and kissed me so hard that I had to hold my breath.

Fucking hell.

Her hands were all over my body and I could feel myself getting hard. The truth is, she is the first girl that made me get an erection is such short notice.

She pressed her warm body against mine as she sucked on my neck, forming a hickey. I groaned in satisfaction, closing my eyes. "I'm trying not to rip your clothes off, baby," I whispered. "But it's hard... so hard."

She looked at me and smirked, a spark of mischief playing in her ocean eyes. That little rebel, she knew exactly what she was doing.

"As much as this turned me on, and it did a lot, I won't have mercy on you," I said to her, still waiting for my friend down there to relax.

He really has it going for him, doesn't he?

Instead of answering, she kissed me again, this time even harder, using her tongue. I rested my arms on her little waist as she grabbed my neck and moaned against my lips.

She was so good.

Oh, God, although You and I are not on the good terms, please help me! Save me from Alya, the sex goddess.

She took my hands and put them on her butt as we continued making out, hardcore. Fuck, this turned me on even more and I really thought that wasn't possible.

Okay, she has officially won me over.

"Feel like making a deal with the Devil?" I asked breathlessly as she stepped away, fixing her, I mean my, hoodie.

Her long, white hair was messy and blue eyes were piercing through mine with so much desire.

She wanted me and that made her look even sexier. I saw mischief in her - a glimpse of myself.

"Let's go and grab a bite," I said when I've finally calmed down, taking her hand into mine.

I was trying so hard to be relaxed, but after tonight, even her touch turned me on.

"There is a diner nearby," she said with a victorious smile.

She really did that. I have never thought anyone could do defeat me the way she did. It was almost like she was magic, a celestial.

Black magic.

"Satan is very happy with your progress," I announced, smirking.

I've taught her good.

She punched me in the arm and I stumbled a few steps from her, laughter escaping my lips.

"Stop making 'the Devil' jokes," she said, trying to sound angry, but I knew she was amused. "It's not funny!"

Everybody is amused around Draven and that is a bet. It's almost impossible and unnatural to be bored around Draven. Draven is everything.

And Draven should probably stop speaking in the third person.

When we entered the diner, we sat opposite from each other in the corner of the diner which was near the exit. It was surprising how many people were here at this time of the night, I wouldn't have expected this from a small diner.

This is why it makes it even easier than I have originally thought.

"So, what is illegal in eating, exactly?" Alya asked with boredom in her eyes. She became such a badass since she met me. Oh, she is not ready for what I have in plan.

"You'll see, but first we'll-"

"Hello, I'll be your waitress. What can I get you?" she asked, chewing on the pink bubblegum. She looked at us with narrowed eyes, resting her gaze on me.

That's incredibly annoying and disrespectful. "I know I'm sexy as hell, but has nobody ever told you it's rude to stare?" I asked her as Alya choked on laughter.

The waitress ignored my comment so I glanced at Alya, telling her to order first. "I'll have two blueberry muffins and hot chocolate," she smiled.

It was almost insane how bloody adorable she was.

The waitress looked at me after she wrote down Alya's order. "One cheeseburger and a Coke," I simply said.

I just craved something salty after all that action, carbs and shit.

"Your orders will be served in ten minutes," she said before she walked off, her high heels echoing through the diner.

Then, something popped to my head. The reason we're on this adventure. The main reason I dragged her out of the Foster Center for.

"Alya," I said seriously and her eyes snapped to mine with concern. "What is Sawyer to you?"

She smirked and crossed arms on her chest, leaning back in the chair. "Why? Is little Aquaboy jealous?"

Me, jealous? That's like you say puppies aren't cute. Just not possible.

"Oh, please. The only thing I'm jealous of is not having a twin, so I could admire my sexiness twice as much," I snorted, acting like I don't care about Sawyer, although I knew the next time I see him, I'll probably rip his head off.

"No, I'm pretty sure you're jealous of Sawyer because he kissed me first," she said, challenging me to act out and confess.

Oh, challenge accepted, little rebel. She doesn't know how good I am with this.

"You didn't even want to kiss him while you're all over me earlier. I repeat, nothing to be jealous of," I pointed out nonchalantly.

"So, why did you ask it then?" she continued. "Are you in love with Sawyer?"

Ugh, women are so stubborn and stupid! Doesn't she understand I care about her or do I have to say it out loud?

"Because you're mine now. He has a restraining order and can fuck off to Narnia with his tiny dick and cringey CD's," I said before I could stop myself.

She looked at me in surprise, mouth, and eyes wide opened. Wait, what did I say, again?

Oh, that she's mine.

Well, I just don't think before I speak. I'm surprised as everyone else when I hear what comes out of my mouth. That's just a part of my charm.

"Okay," she finally said, softly smiling at my statement.

She was so damn cute! I just wanted to kiss every inch of her and see her smile for the rest of my life.

"Why are you smiling like that?" she asked me with furrowed eyebrows.

"I just love to smile. I'm a happy little fucker," I replied, realizing what came out of my piehole.

I'm happy. I haven't been happy until I met her. She is the only person that made me happy since my parents' death.

She looked at me surprised, as obvious tension stretched in the air. The anticipation was obvious as we stared into each other, mouth and eyes wide opened.

"Here are your orders," the waitress interrupted, placing everything on the table.

"Thank you," Alya replied with a smile and the waitress nodded, before walking off.

"So, here's what's gonna happen," I said as I stuffed as much food as I could in my mouth.

She frowned in disgust. "Ew, Draven! Close your mouth!" she squealed.

I chewed the food with my mouth opened just to provoke her and smirked. "Really? I thought you wanted to stick your tongue in-"

She punched me beneath the table and smiled innocently. "Ow! What was that for?" I complained, rubbing the place she punched.

"Just a daily reminder I'm not who you think I am," she said as she continued innocently eating.

Well, I can say that for myself, too. She doesn't know so many things about me and I'm an open book.

"I'm not who you think I am, either," I mumbled in my chin.

She raised her eyebrows, giving me a cheeky smile. "And who are you?"

"I'm the Devil," I said in a serious tone.

"Draven! I told you to stop with that!" she warned me, glaring at into my eyes.

Stop with what? I am not kidding.

I am the Devil.

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