The Devil

Abashed the Devil stood,
And felt how awful goodness is.
-Paradise Lost

I don't think I've ever felt so small, or so alone.

I sit in a human circle which contains random people, I know all their names. They go to my school, but now most of them are unreasonably drunk.

My best friend sits beside me, giggling for no reason.

Her crush sits almost across from her, Calum Hilton is his name. 

He's our school's star boy, our golden soccer goalie and he has been drinking like no tomorrow. 

So everything as usual.

Jessamine drinks as well, as I'm the one that controls her.

I don't drink.

I don't trust myself enough,

More then that I don't trust the people around me.

His best friend, coincidentally, is the school's bad boy.

The top striker for our soccer team.

He sits across from me in the circle. 

Xavier Wolf is, true to his name, feral.

The wild smirk never leaves his face, the blue orbs are too observational and steady. They're not just eyes to him, they're tools. 

I hate how they look at me and feel as if I'm actually being seen for the first time.

We're partners in photography, it's how Jessie met Calum. He told her to call him Cal after she offered him a lap dance at a party. 

It's also how we met.

Because his partner ditched him our teacher made us sit together and be each others new partners. At first I was scared.

His body is so much bigger then mine and takes up more then half of the bench. He always scowls, and neither of us talk. He just trails behind me and watches me take pictures. 

And when he touches me -He's so warm. 

It's like fire is marking my skin without the flames, and I can always feel his heat through my clothes.

Often, it makes me shiver.

The game we're planning is called Spinning Murder.

It's like a epic game of Spin The Bottle, but instead of kissing- -kissing can still happen- -the first party game called out is played between the two people until one gives up.

I've seen Truth Or Dare go on for weeks, and 7 Minutes In Heaven last hours. 

I've seen Spin The Bottle lead to bedrooms and Would You Rather result in punches. 

I've seen Beer Pong end with hospitals and Strip Poker turn into photo's that got people suspended. 

And yet I play it every time.

I've got landed on before, and all times I was the unexpected winner. People still don't remember my name. 

Truth Or Dare with Shelby Andres -who quit a hour after it started. 

Never Have I Ever- -with the twist being if you haven't done it before you will and if you did you drink- -with Wilson Smith who lost easily withing the night. 

Beer Pong with Stephen Macklen who passed out on the table after two hours of constantly losing. He was already drunk.

Strip Poker where I refused to let James Palms touch me, as he already had a habit to grab asses and grope boobs. I won.

Never the less Spinning Murder is the best party game I've ever seen, both me and Jessie love it. 

So do the Devil and Angel, which is the school's nickname for Xavier and Cal, so they've played it with us at every party.

Sometimes I find Xavier staring at me, as we always sit across from one another due to our best friends having crushes that refuse to go past one night stands, lap dances, drunken kisses and longing stares. 

Often me and him share looks, nothing beyond 'They can't be more obvious' or 'Seriously' 'Gross' and sometimes we add 'Shoot me' too.

 And then the bottle lands on me.

My eyes widen as everyone suddenly freezes and grows silent.

I skim down the empty bottle of beer and tense completely as I lock eyes with blue ones, that for some reason make me feel like he's furious.

Xavier doesn't look mad.  

But he definitely is when Jessie yells: "7 Minutes In Heaven!" at the top of her lungs.  

I whip my head to her, heart thumping at the idea, and glare. "What the everlasting fuck Jessie?" 

"What?" She giggles, tossing a hand towards Xavier. "He's sexy, a huge. Hopefully in all places you'll need tonight." This causes my glare to deepen as I scowl, despite my blushing cheeks.

The bad boy scowls as well, adding a strangely attractive growl under his breath. 

Yet, she continues on, much to my displeasure as the game continues on around us.

"Plus it's not like under all those baggy clothes you aren't a hot piece of ass. Honestly, you have a better body then Lana-" 

At this whispers instantly break out. Lana is our schools head cheerleader, the largest sexually provocative girl at our school, self proclaimed slut, and she is adored for her body. Rated the best in school actually, by both girls and guys. And to claim I was better then she is, from that standard, would be outrageous. 

Especially because my closet is full of over-sized long sleeves, t-shirts, sweaters that were meant for people twice my size, all loose pants and baggy jeans, nobody would expect it.

And they would expect me to share my body, to prove or disprove the fact.

"-So he definitely wouldn't not like it. I mean, we change together all the time because you know, best friends." She giggles again, motioning wildly. While she's drunk she thinks she has to explain everything. "I know goods when I see them, and Emma, you have them all." Jessamine giggles and leans towards me with outstretched hands.

I roll my eyes and simply push her away when one hand squeezes my knee and another that attempts to squish my boobs. "He doesn't wasn't to do that with me, idiot."

"You don't know that. And as far as you both are concerned you have to do it or face the groups consequences." I make a unseasonable face at this. Group consequences: holding you down and shaving every single piece of hair off of your body. 

Nobodies had that happen to them so far.

Drunk people.

Bah.

"Come on." A strong voice pulls me out of my thoughts. A sudden hand clamps around my wrist, hauling me to my feet with strength I didn't know a person could posses. I fly through the air, and would have stumbled if not for the hand that wraps around the front of my waist.

And I mean wraps around.

As in the palm is centered on my belly button and his thumb presses into my rib cage, his fingers dig into my side.

I don't know if it's because his hands are huge or my waist is small but he dwarfs me.

Shuddering against him I pull away, the group leader- -the host who decides what dares happen where, what room is used for Spinning Murder and the rooms it can lead to- -claps his hands noisily beside us.

"A show already I see, I'll lead you guys somewhere private." He snickers, and from the look in his eyes I can tell I was wrong. He's not sober at all. Great. "Wait, wait..." He stumbles slightly to step in the center of the circle.

The game won't move on to the next pair until we've left the room, and it's been seven minutes to see if we'll come back in time. Chances are they'll move one in under a minute, it's rare people come back. 

"Should there be a Twist for the Devil and his mistress?" The boy, who I recognize as Chandler, screams.

The reply is a instant screaming mass of teenagers shouting the same agreement, now it's down to a tie. I feel myself tense slightly, knowing how wildly this thing can get out of hand. 

The two fastest people on their feet win the Twist to the chosen game, and we have to comply. 

Yet Xavier Wolf has been known to never be pressured into anything, so there's a chance he could always refuse. 

He's also known for enjoying sex and throwing women away the next day, but they don't seem to mind. 

He's cold like that.

A brown-haired boy, one I saw pointing to me right after Jessie's comment, grin's triumphantly at Chandler along with a taller red headed girl.

"Well? Nothing that doesn't go along with the nature of the game..." The stupid host casts me a smirk and I find myself wishing I stayed at home. "But with this I doubt it's hard." 

Next he scans me head to toe, sending me a wink when he sees the exposed skin of my hip where Xavier caused my t-shirt to ride up. Today Jessie convinced me to leave the sweatshirt at home, and come in loose yoga pants and a t-shirt that's only two sizes too big for me instead of six.

Yes, I'm aware I look homeless -trust me my face doesn't help.

"Eat a dick, Chandler." I respond evenly, causing a deep chuckle to come from my right.

Xavier.

At least I got him to laugh instead of glare.

I look up quickly and find his steady blue eyes set in a furious line towards Chandler. 

Never mind.

Whatever, it's not like I care.

"Well?" He turns to the two teenagers, who seem to have forgotten why they're standing. "The twist." Chandler reminds them, their faces light up with recognition. 

"She can't come back until she has at least three hickies, and not those crappy red ones. Actual fucking hickies." The girls says, eyeing Xavier thoughtfully, almost wistfully. 

I have the urge to smirk, tease him about it like I would Jessie, and throttle Red at the same time.

"Sounds do-able, specially for you, Devil." Chandler, bless his sinful soul, slaps Xavier on the arm as if they were best friends. 

Xavier raises a eyebrow. "If you touch me again, I'll punch you."

With a drunken giggle Chandler leans back and staggers away, obviously afraid. 

When he punches someone, and means it, it knocks them unconscious and if he wouldn't stop and I have a theory that he'd kill them. 

"And you, Joey?" 

"No shirts, no pants, naturally." At this I glare at him, Joey, after he says this.

He's only doing this to see my body. 

Something I don't appreciate it at all. 

I find Jessamine in the circle again, even drunk she manages to look somewhat sheepish realizing the situation she put me in. Or even if she can't put two and two together she can still tell me undressing in front of this many people isn't what I would want to do. 

"You know the rule you two, strip." Chandler says, a cocky grin on his face.

"I'm not taking off my pants, Joey." Xavier growls, to gain a pale face and his body to drop as his sits back down. 

"I agree to that." The host agrees, eyes now trained on me. "But the mistress still does."

"I'll shiv you with my best friends heel." I threaten, and that added to Xavier's glare makes him wince. "I'm keeping my pants on."

He scans me once more, and due to my non-intimidating height of 5'2 and small frame covered with large clothing, finds me completely harmless. 

"We didn't agree on that so if-"

"If you don't get this shit show over with I'll defenestrate you." Xavier growls, and I find myself sending him a small smirk to the confused one Chandler wears. "The room?"

"He's going to throw you out a window if you don't move on." I explain, feeling immense satisfaction when the host immediately scrambles out of the circle. 

A hoarse cry comes from the circle, following by calls for us to have to strip in the room. Because he's drunk, Chandler agrees and soon I find myself pushed into the circle and then into Xavier's chest. 

"Yeah Emma!" Jessie shouts. "Get some." 

"Can we just get this game over as fast possible?" I ask quietly, even as he pulls away with all the background noise I know he hears me.

Xavier nods, his features dark. "That's a fat ass yes." 

Giving a Jessie one more glare, which she returns before Calum captures her attention, I take a deep breath. "I've come to a point in life where I need a stronger word then fuck." Muttering this I begin to tug at me shirt -only to be stopped by a strong hand.

I look up, surprised to find Xavier smirking around to the group with a look I swore the devil could wear and not look as sexy. 

Definitely need a stronger word then fuck if I'm thinking those thoughts. 

Never mind, I don't think there is a word strong enough. 

"She's mine tonight." Xavier declares. He pulls me against him. A hand disappearing into my shirt as he holds onto my bare back. "Anyone who has a problem with that, can talk to me." 

Silence follows until one girl starts giggling her ass off and grab the bottle, prompting the entire circle to continue onto the game. His hands propel me forward just as I catch Jessie's eye again and can just hear her shout over the dim music and drunkenness. "That was hot." 

I ignore her.

Because she's right.

And I hate that she's right.

I'm shoved into a room by Chandler, his manic laugh cut off by Xavier growling something to him under his breath. 

He does that a lot, live up to the name Wolf, growling.

"Shirts need to be handed to me in a minute, or else the bald look it is for you my friends." I scowl, realizing I won't get out of this.

But then I remember I need to loose one shirt and gain three hickies- -real hickies- -before I can leave. "Fine, but if you don't hang them on the door nob and I have to walk out shirtless I will leave you sterile."

"Whatever, your best friend already convinced me not to, they'll be there." I nod, but I'm not convinced as Chandler continues to stare at me.

"What are you waiting for?" I ask, stepping back as he steps forward. "I'm not going to take off my shirt around you, go wait outside."

With stumbling steps he silently obeys me, but then he continues on through the almost closed door. "I'd say see you in seven minutes but with the Devil I'd have to change my wording to hours." 

We both ignore him.

"Now's the time to strip." Xavier huffs, rolling is eyes in a attractive matter before pulling his shirt over head. I look away, trying to conserve some modesty. "That's useless with what we're about to be doing." 

I scowl again.

"Don't mention it." I say, trying to remain as casual as possible while lifting my shirt over head. 

Without looking at Xavier, not wanting to see any of his possible reactions, I stick my hand and shirt out the door. It's slammed shut as soon as the fabric is ripped from my fingers. 

!!! Update:

I am rewriting/rewrote the Devil!

Honestly the content is a lot better but its not finished yet. I wrote this OG when I was really young and didnt know anything or proper grammar.

But now The Devil is back and better than ever!

Seriously guys, please go check it out, you guys will be able to tell the stark difference in writing capabilities from my 12/13 year old self to my almost 17 year old self now.

Here's the new description:

Simply put, this story is about a boy who calls himself the Devil and a girl who has gone through hell.

Being 'happy' doesn't come as easy to Emma Carter as the people around her tell her it should. There's glimpses of it, there's things she finds funny, but actual happiness? She wasn't sure if that existed. Healthy coping mechanisms were never something she was taught, even after trauma and grief change her daily life.

To say the very least, Emma Carter was reckless with her own life.

That wasn't exactly something that Xavier Wolf liked.

The Wolf boy, true to his name, was a feral force of nature not many liked to taunt. While his mouth got him in trouble and his fists got him arrested, his heart earned him the girl that sat in the back of his photography class, even if he's convinced he's no good for her.

A girl Xavier knew he'd protect, even when the worse of his dark thoughts came to pass.

That's without knowing about the darkness in Emma's own mind.

***

"I'm at the point of exhaustion in my life, where I need a stronger word than fuck." Emma sighs, cheek resting on her fist.

Xavier Wolf smirks, leaning back in his chair. "Aren't you adorable."

Anyway,

I will probably end up doing this for the Wolf as well (the sequel to this) as I feel that has very immature writing as well and might even edit the Baby before continuing as is right now.