Loved by a Devil by James Martins Page A

gripping her butt. I rolled my eyes. At least it was a girl.
    As I passed by them, I muttered, "Have fun swallowing each other's tongues."
    The girl hesitantly stepped out of the embrace, at first expecting me to be top-notch hot, but when she saw my short frame, chapped lips, pale white face, messy red-orange hair, and the dark bruises under my eyes, she gave me a 'Get lost loser, you wish you were me' look, instead of, 'I'm going to kick your effing ass', look.
    I took the sunburst bracelet out of my pocket and shook it in front of the girl's face. She gasped, feeling humiliated, and rushed to the kitchen without taking the money for the bill. I basically threw the bracelet back into my sweatshirt pocket when the girl left.
    Drew got up from the booth, brushing himself off, taking his money back from the table and shoving it into his pocket.
    "Let's go." he hissed.
    I obediently followed him.
    "Where are we going?" I asked, stepping out into the cold air.
    "I'm dropping you off at the hell hole you call a home." Drew said bitterly.
    "Jealous?" I spat as I slammed the car door shut behind me when we reached Drew's GMC.
    He ignored me as he started the car and took off speeding down the road, I buckled my seatbelt, purposefully doing so.
    "Because you didn't seem to be when you were exchanging spit with that waitress!" I hissed.
    "At least she gave me a chance." Drew retorted.
    "Oh! She gave you a chance! She gave you a chance of her turning into a slutty hoe!"
    "Jealous?" he hissed.
    Why was he so mad at me? Thanks to me, he didn't have to pay the damn bill at the restaurant!
    "No. I'm not jealous of being turned into a hoe." I told him matter of factly.
    "That's not what I meant!" he hissed, turning the car off.
    Wow. Were we already home?
    But, me ignoring my inner babble, it took me the longest three and a half seconds to figure out what he meant.
    "I'd rather firetrucking die." I stated.
    Phew, thank god for that Smosh episode. The point of the word is it's a little substitute for the word fuck because it starts with 'f' and ends with 'uck' 'firetruck'.
    "Still haven't given me a chance." he snatched my wrist.
    "Let go!" I hissed, I tried to pull away, but his grip was too strong.
    "Don't be like that."
    I shuddered, his voice was so soft alluring. I could feel his chocolate brown eyes boring into my skull. I don't how, or when, but he ended up having his lips on mine. I daydreamed that I kicked him in the gut.
    The kiss was somehow, refreshing. In a disgusting way. His lips moved fast on mine, for some odd reason making my mouth feel like it was on fire. Hmm...must've been some hot sauce on that burger he ate. But his mouth was minty fresh like he just brushed it and used some mouthwash with it too. Whatever. I still couldn't ignore the fact that I could go for some of that Cola right now. Drew pulled away first.
    "That should've been our first kiss." he nuzzled my nose.
    There was a white flash, and before I could retreat, Drew grabbed a tiny photo from the dashboard in the shape of a sunburst. Drew reached into my pocket and grabbed the bracelet, opening the locket and slipping the photo into it.
    "Here you go." he smiled.
    I took the locket away from him wordlessly, looking at the photo. It had a picture of Drew nuzzling my nose while I had my arms locked around his neck, smiling against his lips.
    "I'll go inside and make you some soup, I'll see in a bit." Drew grinned, shutting the car door behind him and practically sprinting inside, probably wanting to make me the best soup ever without me waiting.
    I realized we weren't at Brendan's house, but at Drew's house. I couldn't explain how I was feeling. I wanted to think I just swallowed his gum, but the truth came to me: We exchanged spit. I fought the urge to hurl. Probably pissed because I screamed:
    "FIRETRUCK!"
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 11
    "Here's your soup." Drew put the bowl on the