Graduation Day.

That means one more year until I graduate and get out of this high school, but also one more year to save for college. It's not looking good at the moment.

But it also means Brett is leaving the school. Will next year be different without him here? Will the cafeteria mourn the loss of their most popular football players?

All I know for sure is that I am not going to the school to celebrate with them. Instead, Becky suggested we all go to the mall and treat ourselves to some food, which is how I found myself wolfing down fries in the food court at an alarming rate as Georgia watches, her eyes wide.

"I wish Ashley was in the year above." Zara muses, picking at her brownie. "Imagine a year without her."

"That would be amazing." Becky agrees.

"How will she cope without Brett?" Georgia scoffs.

"She'll love it now that they've split up." Becky chuckles, "She can move on, date the next football captain."

"I wonder who that will be. Maybe Dean?" Georgia ponders, picking up her fork.

"I bet." Zara snorts, giggling.

"I'm glad we'll have a new captain." I pipe up, "It's about time."

"We know how you feel about Brett Sav." Georgia retorts, before delicately placing a piece of pie into her mouth.

"I feel nothing." I defend, slouching further down in my seat.

"Sav..."

"We had something, I don't know what... but he's a dick and it's over." I snap, cutting Zara off. "Not that there was anything to be over anyway." I sarcastically chuckle. My friends shoot me a sympathetic look and I grimace, rolling my eyes. I don't need their pity, I made a mistake and now I'll move on.

Over the last week I've ignored Brett's countless calls and texts. I saw him getting close with Kate in that bedroom and I'm not stupid, I know full well what he would have done if I hadn't walked in. He wasn't looking for me, he wasn't thinking about me. Him ending things with Ashley has changed nothing, and I'm fed up of my thoughts rotating around the idea of Devil Winters all day long.

"I'm finished." I exclaim, throwing the fry back in the basket.

"Should we go back to mine?" Becky asks.

"Good idea." Zara smiles, and we all get up, making our way to the exit. I know that I have ruined the mood. I've ruined everyone's day with my tiny outburst. Selfish as always.

"I'm sorry."

"You have nothing to apologize for." Becky mutters, lightly shoving my shoulder playfully as the others pile into Georgia's car.

"Get in, I don't have all day!" Georgia yells. Becky rolls her eyes, sliding into the back of her car.

"Are you sure you're okay Sav?"

"Yeah."

"But are you really?" Georgia presses, glancing at me in the rear-view mirror.

"Yes Georgia." I insist, "I'm fine."

"What do you girls want to do at mine?" Becky exclaims, changing the subject.

"I don't want to go in the pool!" Georgia groans, "I spent two hours on my hair today."

"Okay then." Becky accepts, smiling slightly.

"A movie day?" I offer and Zara grins.

"I love it." Becky agrees, wrapping her arm around my shoulder.

"Alright!" Georgia nods her head, turning out of the parking lot. "Is your brother home Bec?"

"No," Becky replies, "Thank God."

"Damn it!" Georgia sighs. I can't help the giggle that escapes my mouth at Becky's expression. She hates it when we bring up her brother, the thought of one of her friends having relations with him disgusting her, and so, naturally we tease her about it.

"Georgia!" Becky exclaims, playfully scowling.

"I can't help it." Georgia shrugs, "Your brother is hot."

"Gross." Becky snorts in disgust.

As Georgia drives through town the girls continue their chatter, moving on to the topic of Summer. I gaze out the window as the streets fly by, silently listening, my thoughts drifting away every so often.

I am looking forward to the rest of the Summer. Becky, Zara and Georgia all have holidays planned with their families. Unfortunately Elle and I can't afford it this year, what with my driving test taking so long, the lessons eating into my college fund like it was a starved dog.

Hopefully we'll be able to go away next year instead. We've always said that we want to go up to Alaska for a week, up in the Winter months, curling up in a cabin and sitting in front of a log fire. One day we'll make it there, I just know it.

My Summer is going to consist of working in the diner. However, whenever Becky, Georgia and Zara are around I know that we'll spend as much time as possible together, having days around Becky's pool, days shopping at the mall, days at the beach.

Summer always brings happy memories, the ones that you'll cherish forever. The time off school provides you with the freedom each day to do what you want, earn what you want. It's bliss.

Georgia pulls into Becky's drive and parks up, all of us sliding out of the car and making our way into Becky's familiar three story house.

Spending the majority of our free time at the Gordon family mansion, we've become comfortable, knowing it almost as well as our own homes, entering it freely without a care in the world. Two weeks back we'd walked in to see Haydon sporting a towel and nothing more, our eyes widening, Zara squealing, Georgia's mouth falling open. He'd merely sent us a smirk before walking off like nothing had happened, Becky rolling her eyes. There truly are perks to being friends with Becky Gordon.

"Make yourself at home!" Becky exclaims, "I'll get the popcorn."

"You spoil us Becky!" Zara calls after her as we make our way into their large living room.

"I know!" She calls from the kitchen as Georgia plops herself onto the couch. Becky takes no time at all, flying back into the living room with two large bowls of popcorn. She hands one to me and I grin gratefully, Georgia reaching in immediately and taking a handful.

"I vote for Mean Girls." Georgia exclaims.

"Good choice." Zara grins, nodding.

"Yeah. Sure!" I agree and Becky nods, grabbing hold of the remote and pointing it at the TV.

*~*~*

The loud, harsh ringing of a phone shocks me awake and I shoot upright, cursing whichever girl has phone calls at this time of night. I mean really, who the hell calls someone after midnight? Let a girl sleep.

Groaning, I look around for the culprit phone, my eyes widening as I realize it's mine, grabbing it swiftly and answering, desperate for it to stop ringing. Glancing back around I am relieved to see all the girls still asleep, none of them having moved. I wish I could sleep that deeply.

"Hello?" I croak.

"Sav!" Brett exclaims, surprise evident in his voice. I shoot up, pulling the phone away from my ear and looking down at it. His name is clearly displayed on the screen and I curse myself for not looking before I answered.

"Why are you calling?" I hiss, whispering.

"I was hoping to see you today." He replies blatantly.

"Why?"

"I graduated!" He exclaims and I force back the urge to roll my eyes.

"Well done." I retort sarcastically.

"Sav... please. I've had to deal with my parents today. I need a break."

"Find your break somewhere else."

"Sava..." Pulling the phone away from my ear I hang up, quietly placing my phone down beside me. Glancing around the girls are all still tucked up silently, Georgia and Becky in the bed, Zara and I on the pull out mattress on the floor. My phone buzzes to life once more, ringing loudly and I launch at it, answering to stop the noise.

"Please leave me alone Brett." I hiss.

"Savannah... please let me..."

"No." I snap, desperately trying to keep my voice quiet. I pull the phone away, ending the call. Why? Why is he calling me? What is it with this guy? He just wants me to be around when he feels like it, when he fancies talking to me. Who does he think he is?

Oh right, Brett fucking Winters.

My phone rings once more and I grimace, answering as I try to stop the loud ringtone.

"Please stop calling me!" I order, keeping my voice down.

"Only if you'll hear me out." He argues, "I'm just going to keep pestering you if you don't listen." I roll my eyes, hanging up the phone once more and putting it on silent. I lie back down on my pillow, looking up at the dark ceiling. I still don't understand why he can be so persistent when he clearly cares so little.

It's silent for all of ten seconds before my phone starts to vibrate. I curse myself for not turning that off too. Picking the phone back up and rejecting the call, I bite my lip and sigh heavily as it begins to ring once again. I pull it up to my ear, my resolve finally broken.

"Damn it, where?" I snap. Whoa. Savannah what the hell are you doing?

"Chris' cabin."

"What?"

"I have a key." He explains. "Sav I just want to go where no-one can find us."

"No." I retort. Does he think I'm an idiot? Sure Brett, I'll come and meet you somewhere out of town, in the middle of nowhere so you can try and charm your way into my pants. Not.

"I'm not going to do anything." He defends.

"Sounds like you want to murder me." I scoff.

"Maybe I will."

"It's the middle of the night!" I object, reaching up to rub the sleep away from my eyes.

"I have celebratory cake?" He tries and I falter instantly. I love cake. Cake could get me to do absolutely anything. If you want to bribe me with anything, cake will do it. But I shouldn't cave...

"Fine." I snap, hanging up the phone.

Wait, what? I stare down at the phone in shock at my actions. You just agreed to meet him, in a cabin in the middle of the woods. What the hell is wrong with me? I know better than this. I don't even know whether he likes me. Why am I putting my feelings on the line? But I know that I just can't help it.

There's something about Brett... the way his voice makes my stomach flutter, the way he smiles at me. They don't call him a player for nothing.

I grimace as I get up, carefully stepping over the girls as I make my way over to the other side of the room. I pick up my bag and carefully pull a dress out, hastily pulling it over my head. Leaving my bag there, I grab my car keys and make my way to the front door.

I briefly stop in front of the mirror, sighing at the sight of my messy hair, and desperately pulling my fingers through it to try and smooth it down. It's useless. I'm a mess. But why do I even care? This boy isn't interested in how I look and I certainly shouldn't care? Who am I trying to impress?

I roll my eyes at myself in the mirror before pushing the front door open and quietly stepping out into cold night air. I hurriedly make my way over to my car on the edge of the road, sliding inside and turning the engine on. Thinking hard I slowly leave Becky's driveway, desperately trying to remember the way to Chris' cabin. It would be a lot easier if I'd been the one to drive us there before, or if I hadn't drunk so much every time.

I pull out of Becky's road towards the edge of town, praying that my drunken memory serves me well. The main road is silent and as I accelerate I furrow my eyebrows at the identical trees that pass me, trying to remember how far down this road it is.

If this was any of my friends I would be telling them how stupid they are. I would be lecturing them for hours, telling them that they are worth more than this. Never, ever drop everything for a man. Especially one who you don't even know whether he likes you.

I'm heading into dangerous territory with Brett and I know it. I'm not stupid, I know I'm being an idiot. But I can't seem to stop myself. It's like Brett Winters has me under a spell.

He really is the Devil.

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