The Devil doesn't come in a red cape and horns. He comes in everything you've ever wished for. 
-Tucker Max

"Okay Devil," Cam says. "Truth or Dare."

Xavier raises a eyebrow. "Dare." 

"I dare you," Thankfully the only one drunk is Jessamine, the rest of us are tipsy. Not Xavier, he does the dares without complaint and only has taken shots for some truths. "To take four body shots off of Ems." 

I groan at Cameron's words, having sat between him and Cal so Xavier couldn't get revenge made him glare at me for the past hour and lick across his sharpest teeth as a warning. 

Safe to say I purposely avoided stepping in reaching distance.

When it comes to things like this, Xavier doesn't ask. 

Asshole. 

"Here." Calum, the not so Angel when he has some alcohol in him, smirks while handing Cam four shots of tequila who then sets them on the pool table. 

I squeal when Xavier's hands curl around my ankles, pulling me to him. 

My group cheers as he slings me over his shoulder and then stands, carrying me to the same pool table and laying me down. I try to sit up, only to have his large palm land on my rib cage, effectively stopping me -which I remember this is a dare so I completely stop fighting it.

It's not like I don't enjoy him being so close to me.

The Devil stands between my legs, making me giggle when he tugs my shirt off only makes him glare at me more. This time I understand why. 

I shiver as he smirk, placing the mandatory slice of limes on my stomach. "Hold still Princess." He commands, with hands placed beside my waist he moves over me. I close my eyes and wait for the cold sensation of the fruit  

With his tongue he maneuvers the lime between his teeth, moving it down my skin before back up. When the pressure comes on my lips I take the lime, keeping it between my own as I giggle again -due to Cameron pouring the first shot on me. 

Xavier bends back over me, grabbing my hips as he takes the shot before licking the excess away. It's then I'm glad I took my belly button ring out. 

Being much more pleasant than any other body shot I've had on me or had to do, I find myself having to clamp my jaw down to stop any sounds from coming out. 

This happens four more times and on the last one Xavier kisses me, having to take the lime from my mouth to show he's done. 

It's safe to say from there things got heated, my legs hitch up around him as one of his hand encase my waist completely and the other supports us back on the pool table. Our lips move together rapidly, all control lost.

His lips travel down, marking my neck. 

I gasp as the Devil's teeth dig into me, a painful pleasure as his other hand steadies me as I arch into him and release a small hiss/moan from the sensation. My hands grab onto his shoulders as he fails to move, just dig into me deeper.

"Damn," Cameron whistles. "That has got to hurt."

Xavier pulls away from me, smirking smugly as he gently grabs my chin, making my eyes pop. "Oh," His look is suddenly feral as he take my lips with his own. "It does."

Soon it goes around in another circle, due to Jessamine's questioning Xavier's complete 'biting kink', as it's said, was exposed and all two of our friends laughed their asses off while the third one gushes over how quote on quote "Hot as sexy fucking possible" that is. 

Then it's Cameron's turn and I pray he doesn't ask Xavier to do anything else to me, seeing as my neck is still sore and bruised. 

Asshole gave me a giant biting mark surrounding by hickies.

Overachieving teenagers.

Bah.

"Ems." Cameron says. I look up to him with panicked eyes, but not that Xavier got his revenge I'm sitting next to him pressed in his side -with him smug as all hell and refusing to let go of me. 

"Truth." I say before he can ask.

He pouts, "I was hoping I could dare you to do that music thing you did with Noah Finely at the party a few months ago." I frown at this before it all clicks and I giggle madly while flushing a deep red.

"No way! Me and him did that once, never again. That was horrible." I say, covering my mouth as I start to laugh again. "There's a reason me and him have the only copies." 

"Whatever, I'm sure he'd be willing to do it again, seeing as you had to strip down together." Cam says, rolling his eyes. "Anyway moving on."

"Anywhore." I giggle, not noticing how tense Xavier got beside me.

"Anyway," Cameron repeats with a glare. "How long have you and him been a thing and why didn't you tell me?" He looks offended at this, as if I actually wouldn't tell him something like this. 

"We're not together," I say, my mood sobering a bit. "Why?"

My cousin shrugs, shooting the Devil a thoughtful look. "I've never seen you more at ease than around him. I just figured something was going on." 

Half way through speaking I got distracted, looking around the room as I notice something's different. 

"Oh," I mutter to myself as I see Jessamine's bra on the floor. "They're gone." 

Then I zone back in on the argument that broke out between Cam and Xavier, when I gasp at the dark look on the Devil's face he doesn't respond, just clenches his jaw and looks away after retracting his hand from me.

But Cam continues. "Seriously I want to know, what's wrong with her?"

He's talking about me.

"Nothing." Snarls Xavier. "It's none of your business who I date."

"Isn't it mine?" I ask. "You know how...how I feel. And I'd never, I'd never ask you to do anything, anything you weren't comfortable with but why...why won't you date me. Why can't we be a thing instead of just doing things?" At this point I turn emotional. "Is there a reason we can't date, what's wrong with me?" 

I ask this because if it's not him, it's me.

"No," Xavier shakes his head, glaring at the floor. "No, it's none of your damn business."

"None of my -None of my business?" I sputter, turning my entire body to face him but he refuses to lift his blue eyes up and meet my gaze. He just keeps glaring. "Whatever we, we are I think I deserve more than, than that." I fume. "I'm the one fucking you, aren't I? If that doesn't mean anything to you please, let me know. Because with what I've been through that means a shit tonne to me."

He inhales sharply at this, but his jaw just clenches further. As does his fists. 

"No. I mean it. It's none of your damn business." The Devil stays stubborn.

"It should be." I spit back, feeling utterly dejected. "If there's something wrong I should know."

"There isn't anything wrong. You wouldn't understand." He says, this makes me glare at him.

"Wouldn't understand? I would probably understand anything you're going through a hell of a lot better than most people." I almost laugh at this. Me? Not understand? I've had so many problems there's few things I don't understand -unless you count my calculus homework.  

"I said I'm not telling you." He growls, finally looking at me with a glare. 

"Why not?" I shout, scrambling to my feet. It's then I notice Cam managed to slip away. "What's so important that stops this," I motion between us. "From, from happening? Cal said-" 

"Cal said what?" His voice is deadly.

"Nothing." I bite my bottom lip. "I wouldn't let him tell me jack shit. I wanted you to tell me. Because, because I thought you trusted me enough to tell me. I thought I'd be okay with just this, just figuring this out. But, but I feel so wrong now. I want m-more and you're not willing to, to give it."

"That's good." Xavier nods.

"Good?" I repeat incredulously. "It's not good. I've given you time. I tried to give you space. I tried just waiting. I tried to let you know that you can talk to me, but apparently not about that. I don't know what, what it is or if it's about me-"

"God damn," He shouts. And it's hilarious coming from the Devil. "Not everything is fucking about you Emma. I get you're used to having people constantly looking out for you and it all coming back to you and how you're doing but not here." I freeze at his words, my mind reeling with what he just yelled at me. "It's not fucking illegal not to want to date you, if it was half the world would be in chains. Can't you just leave me alone?"

"Yeah." My voice cracks and I step back from him. "Yeah I can."

I bolt upstairs, the sadness clouding my mind making me more sober. I accidentally run into Cam when I make it to the living room.

I break down, shaking my in spot with tears streaming down my face.

Why does everyone always end up with the conclusion I'm not good enough or that I'm not worth it?

I thought I am.

But if it's everyone else and I'm the odd one out, it's not them. It's me.

That makes it my fault, my problem.

After all if no one else is left to care then it would really only be my problem.

No.

No.

I have Jessamine and Julian, I have Aunt Fairy.

I have Cameron and my grandparents.

It was good enough before and now, now it will have to be good enough anyway.

Every time I will refuse to be a second choice, a tough decision, a burden or someone that isn't good enough.

Because I am worth it.

And I just have to remember that.

But it doesn't make this hurt any less.

I hate it, I hate it so much because my best friend was right -I do love him, as a friend, as a lover, as the 'one' and it hurts because he doesn't love me back.

It doesn't matter how long I've known him, or what I don't know about him. 

I know he's Xavier, the Devil who's not a devil, and that's good enough for me.

If it's never me and my Wolf boy, that will become his problem. 

"Oh Ems," Cameron says, snapping me back in reality as he wipes the quickly fallen tears off my face. "Why don't you go lay down?"

"No." I push him away from me. That words being said a lot tonight. "I'm not going to be one of those mopey Disney princesses that solve their problems by throwing themselves face first into a bed."

"I didn't say you had to," My cousin takes in my hand tremors, making me stuff them under my arm pits. "Are your nightmares getting worse? Flashbacks?"

"N-no." I shake my head. "I'm just stressed right now, I guess. The ring thing freaked me out." 

It's obvious he doesn't believe me, but doesn't press it further. 

This time it's the truth, with Xavier those things are canceled out. They're getting more and more rare. 

"What do you want to do?" He asks, holding my shoulder. Feeling uncomfortable I squirm out of his hold.

I really, really want to kiss Xavier right now.

But that is so not happening.

"I want to shove my fist through another unfortunate looking mirror but I don't think that's a good idea. The only one left in the house," After I destroyed Julian's horrid star wars one. "Is the heel shaped one in from of Jessie's vanity and I don't feel like seeing her and Cal going at it any time soon."

Thankfully instead of reprimanding me, or trying to persuade me into a different line of thought Cameron just laughs. "I understand that urge but let's leave the 'unfortunate looking mirror' alone for tonight, yeah?" He asks, mocking me mid-sentence.

"I guess." I sigh, looking anywhere but him as I realize tears are still streaming from my blurry eyes. Once again he wipes them away. 

"Emma." A deep voice comes from behind me. I turn, only to see the one Devil I was really hoping to never see again all while praying I don't lose sight of him.

I nod at him. "Xavier."

Right now both of us have stoic masks on, our arms crossed.

The difference is he's well over six foot with muscles covering him while I'm at a measly 5'2 and shirtless. Only one of us are intimidating in the slightest and it's not me. 

"I'm Cameron." Cam says, cheeks flushed as he interrupts the tension in the room. I shove him as he breaks into laughter a second later, he catches my wrists tightly -so tight that while he stumbles back I know bruises will be left. When I flinch back he realizes his mistake. "Oops, sorry Ems."

"It's okay." I say absentmindedly, not realizing it shouldn't be while clutching my wrists to me.

"Emma." Xavier repeats, his voice in a warning as he looks me in the eyes. 

I frown at this. "What?" Cameron touches my arm lightly, telling me he's going to be in my room before stumbling away.

"We need to talk." He says.

My frown deepens. "We just did. Go spout your bullshit on someone else."

"It's not bullshit." The Devil growls. 

"You sure?" My lips twitch up. "I'm pretty sure I can smell it from here."

"Be serious." He seems to beg me. 

"Can't," I reply stubbornly. "I'm drunk, remember."

"Not that drunk." Xavier protests, taking another step towards me.

I raise a eyebrow at him, clearly challenging him. "How would you know how drunk I am? You've never seen me drunk before. Or am I just forgetting you have because you know, I'm so drunk I forgot."

"You can talk fine, you're not that drunk." 

"Good luck convincing me of that." I mutter, planting my hands on my hips.

Xavier sighs, running his hand over his face. As the blue settles on me again I feel like crying but I will myself not to. "Can we agree just to stay together tonight then, until you get sober?" 

"Nope." I pop the 'p'. "I'm going to bed." He steps towards me again. "But you're staying on the couch. Unless you'd prefer the dog bed, Wolf."

He shakes his head. "That's not funny when you're feeling how you're feeling."

Tears sting my eyes but I tilt my head anyway, stepping past him. "I don't think you know how I'm feeling right now Xavier." 

His features break as I turn back to look at him but I quickly look away, making it to the hall. 

When I look back the second time he's sitting on the couch, head in his hands.

In this moment the Devil looks so defeated.

This is why I start crying again.