Bonus: 3RD Outside Point of View
(That's correct, you read that right. Though I myself aren't a fan of multiple POV's in one book, I couldn't resist from doing this :0 so sorry if you're just like me. If you're not I hope you enjoy reading it!)

He was the devil.
Calm, unfettered, and unaffected.
Leading me down a sordid path.
-Ellie Fox

Xavier Wolf didn't know what was happening to him.

Being the town's biggest delinquent- -one of the most feared people there at the mere age of 18- -the stoned face, unaffected and secluded boy, the sports champion who kicked ass, the Devil, he was surprised-

No, more than surprised, he was shocked to feel his heart beat erratically in his chest the first time he saw the small brunette walk into his first hour class.

She looked tiny, fragile in some fatal way, her eyes were drooped from tiredness, walk shuffled, jeans baggy.

That day she didn't bother to mess with her hair, and swept it into a falling-apart-bun on the crown of her head.

And that day, she was exhausted.

Telling himself that he didn't care would be a lie, Xavier nearly shouted his worry across the room.

...but he held back.

The Devil watched as she crossed the room, walked down the center isle, stopped at his row.

His fists clenched, electric blue eyes darkened as his breath hitched.

Was she...was she going to sit by him?

No, for she was sitting next to her best friend and was against the wall where a chair was seven feet away. Which, to Xavier, was far too long a distance to be separated from her -even as she put her head down to sleep.

Then Jessamine Thatch sat down beside her best friend and blocked his view of her. It made him hate that blonde, for a moment, and his irritation with Jessie would stay.

Following Jessamine was Calum Hilton, the Devil's best friend, as they had obviously been making out a second before.

Often, the Devil and Angel would laugh at the names given to them. Cal, and angel? It was laughable, truly.

If only people knew the things he does behind locked doors.

Calum would sit between Xavier and the girl as well, which made him angry.

For as much as it seemed the world and his mind wanted them together, a lot of things suddenly seemed to push them apart.

Then Jessamine, the crazy girl, would poke her best friend in the side and cause her to snap awake.

"Jess-" She scowls, slinking down in her chair, long brown curls thrown over the edge. Now, Xavier could see her face and growled lowly to himself at home unhappy she looked.

For as much as she's worth, that girl can't feel eyes on her when she's so tired.

And for as much as he's worth, Xavier was grateful for that fact.

Nobody really likes the Devil much, scared of his name, reputation or features.

To him, she only knows his name, reputation and features.

Who wouldn't be scared of the Devil?

Jessamine cuts her best friend off, more than annoyed as she knows where she's been all night. "Emmeline Rose Carter-"

There, just then, she said it, her name,

Emmeline Rose Carter.

Now that's all Xavier would be able to focus on, her name. The Wolf boy would want to make her his, bite her in the most pleasurable ways.

But it was more than that.

More than he wanted to give her pleasure, he wanted to give her love.

The first chance he gets the chance to interact with his girl nearly a month later.

A month full of watching Emmeline slump into class tired, or speed to class giggling with Jessie -the first time he heard her giggle it took everything in him not to introduce himself, get permission just by the look in her eyes and take her against the classroom floor. He kept control.

A month full of listening to her softly tell her best friend things that would make her laugh, or excuses of why she was out late, or would mention something about her mom getting home late. He assumed she just worked the night shift, and later would wish that was the case.

A month full of watching her dance in her seat when she ate, or heard a good song. Or scrunched her nose at something she didn't like and blush at anything embarrassing. Watching as she was bumped into, or was late because of gym. Watching as she hid herself behind big clothes and fake smiles, noticing the injuries on her wrists. All self inflicted.

A month full of this, and he finally got the chance to talk to his Emmeline.

And it was because she smacked straight into him coming out of the library, having accidentally falling asleep and is late to class, him skipping his calculus.

Who can blame him?

Poor, still blurried eyed, shuffling feet tiny Emma didn't stand a chance against his hulking frame. And giant, mad-at-math Xavier didn't notice the library door open.

Given, it didn't open much to let her small frame slip out.

So they collided.

As someone clung to Xavier's chest, weight thrown against them as he's forced to step back he went to react on instinct: Shove them away, snap a curse and carry on like nothing happened.

But then his heart soared to his throat and his hands settled on her hips, and he realized this wasn't bad.

There wasn't that need to get away from her skin, to stop contact. In fact, there was a need to touch her more. From then on, he won't think that her touch is odd. As it's the only right one.

But he didn't.

The Devil knew she'd be afriad if she was fully awake, knew how breakable she was when his hands wrapped around her. He knew she wouldn't stand for it -and suddenly couldn't touch her without asking for it.

He couldn't mark someone so easily moved.

It would be like ripping a butterfly's wing without knowing if it wanted to fly.

-away from him, who wouldn't?

Emmeline is set gently on her feet, head rushing to keep up with the action. A hand comes up to rub her eyes, trying to get her vision right.

She really just needs sleep.

"Thanks for that. I-" Emma yawns, a small squeak coming out as she stretches. "-am just tired."

"N-no problem." Xavier stammer, sharp teeth digging into his bottom lip as he wills himself not to do anything embarrassing.

Well, more embarrassing.

"Just, be careful, okay? Please...?" He goes to ask her name, seeing if there's anything she'd prefer to be called or if she's even comfortable talking to him.

"My middle name is Rose, like the princess." The still obviously sleepy girl answers, leaning back against the lockers.

"A princess?" Xavier's deep voice echo's around the hall, and Emma would remember it in a dream.

"Yeah," She breathes, grey eyes barely meeting his blue. "That's me."

"Well Princess," The Devil turns to leave, knowing if he stayed longer his crush would probably become obvious. "Get good sleep, for me."

That night she would, for once, but wouldn't remember why or who else it would be good for of not herself.

The next time the Devil gives himself the chance to be around Emmeline is at a party, which is normally a annoying, time-consuming thing where he could get one night stands or drinks without trying or showing any fake ID.

But if it was good enough for his girl, it was good enough for him.

She was breathtaking to watch dance, and he was proud to see her win a Spinning Murder round with a Wilson Smith who was the human equivalent of a toilet in Xavier's opinion.

But in his opinion, Emma is also too drunk. He doesn't like that she's lost control, putting herself in danger of rapists or tripping over something or-

Anxiety shot through the Wolf boy, and he found himself beside her in a second.

Emmeline is led outside, Xavier not thinking about the fact that he's also a stranger to her at all. All he knew, was that she's safe.

While she is confused, willingly following her but confused. "Are we going to hook up or something? Because you look like a guy I'd fuck, not to be brass." Her words are slurred, but the meaning gets to the Devil a little too well. "Do I know you? I feel like I know you..."

"Yes." Xavier grits out, mind racing for a believable lie as they sit together on the curb in front of his motorcycle. "Your best friend's booty call is my best friend. We have photography together."

And she'd never know all he takes photos of, is her.

"Oh! The Devil!" The drunk girl's hand  buries into his classical black hair, pulling his head down to be a breath from hers. "I like your eyes."

"Yeah?" He asks, looking into her dilated pupils. She nods. "Well I like your eyes, Princess."

"Do I look like a princess?" Emma's question leads to a rant. "You shouldn't call me that...it's more of a lie. My dad told me lies are bad, and lying about something like that is worse. That's how egos grow or shrink, and I definitely don't want to have a big ego."

"I agree, a big ego wouldn't suit you."

"It wouldn't, would it."

"Absolutely not."

It's dangerous, he thinks, how close we are.

It's funny then, how much of a horribly good decision it is when they finally get closer.

But the Devil pulls away, not letting himself get closer. He hasn't asked, and she's drunk. It wouldn't be right, no matter how inviting it is.

"Do you live in walking distance? Because I'm not letting you on this motorcycle drunk," Xavier growls just at the thought, causing his Emmeline to look at him with wide eyes. "And you are very drunk."

"I'm spending the night with Jessie, your best friend's booty call." She giggles, he bites his lip. "She's in walking distance."

"Well then Princess, let's get to walking." Xavier stands, lending a hand to the drunk girl.

"Yeah," Emmeline agrees, but not if she was sober as then she'd realize he'd also have to walk back for his bike and would think she wouldn't be worth that. "Let's."

The next morning she'd forget all about the Devil, and his blue eyes. She wouldn't remember how she got home, or why she grew confused walking into first hour that following Monday.

Something seemed...wrong.

But that too, along with the nagging feeling of missing something, she would ignore and forget.

That Friday, after seeing her forgot about him for too long, Xavier would threaten Calum and Cal would move have Jessamine move to his seat so the Devil could be by Emma.

Then the Angel would realize how love-sick his best friend was, but just like him, would do nothing about it.

Distance yourself Xavier, his inner voice said. Distance yourself so she won't be hurt, push her away. Ruin yourself in her eyes, ruin yourself and never let her get hurt. This is your duty.

That advice, would fail him in part but it was never meant to succeed anyway.

Because who, in their right mind, has enough generosity to love the Devil?

The Actual End

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