Wish Upon A Demon

12.

CHAPTER - TWELVE

I couldn’t find it.

My mother’s locket was missing. I didn’t wear it much, but I always kept it in its box in the second drawer of my cabinet. However, today morning, I decided to wear it when I found it was missing. My thoughts immediately flew to Cherry. I’d caught her sneaking down from the second floor early in the morning in nothing but my father’s shirt. She probably didn’t know that I was down having my breakfast, which consisted of an apple, because she was looking around to see if anyone was awake. When she caught me sitting on the counter with my suspicious eyes on her, she flashed me a cheeky smile, using the excuse that she was here to drink water, before she vanished into my father’s room.

I went to school after that.

But still, why would she take my necklace? Why my mother’s necklace at that? Why would she steal it from her very older boyfriend’s daughter’s room? How did she even find it? I looked down at the other necklace on my neck. This one was the one demon boy had given me. I hadn’t worn for a few days. It wasn’t like I was in danger all the time, so I chose not to wear it. The demon too had seemed to forget about it, because he didn’t question about the lack of the silver chain around my neck.

However, I never did forget about the arrow incident in Nolan Shaw’s party.

I ignored the gaze of Michael Kingston as I sat down in my seat. From the corner of my eye, I noticed that Nolan Shaw too had his gaze on me. Being in the seat next to me, I noticed Michael fidgeting, probably wanting to say something. I waited for the teacher to enter the class. “So, you have a boyfriend, huh?” I heard him ask from next to me. “What is it to you?” I asked. I wasn’t a fan of speaking to him after noticing that he had a bag of killer tools in his house, which I didn’t know belonged to whom.

“Who is he? Does he go to this school?” He asked and when I turned towards him, I noticed his curious gaze. Although, it was the glint in his eyes that made me question myself if he knew something that I didn’t. “None of your business,” I muttered, loud enough for him to hear. “It is my business when you went on two dates with me. How do you think your boyfriend would feel about that?” He questioned, cockily. “I think he would first feel the urge to throw you off the cliff...” I mumble and this time, it’s not loud enough for him to hear. Before he can say anything, the teacher enters the class, involuntarily shutting Michael’s mouth for the rest of the class. I didn’t want to speak to him anyway, it was a bother, and I didn’t like justifying anything.

Good riddance.

"Did you see my necklace, dad?” I question him, lifting up the couch pillows and searching for it. Initially, I did think that Cherry stole the necklace, but discarding that idea, I searched the house for it. However, my mother’s necklace was nowhere to be found.

“I took it.” The words come out of my father’s mouth. “You took it?” I question my dad, stepping towards him, blocking the TV view for my dad, hands on my hips. Fredrick Martin looks up at me.

“Dad, you do know that the necklace is for women right?” I ask, and he nods, shooing me away. I don’t move from my spot. “Then, why did you take it? Surely, you don’t want to wear it, right?” I ask with my eyebrow cocked up. “Cherry wanted to see it.” That angered me. “Okay, did she give it back after seeing it?” I ask, licking my lip. “She has an event from the office, and thinks the necklace would go perfectly with her dress or something...” My dad says, repeatedly making gestures for me to move.

“So?” I ask, stepping closer. “I gave it to her.” I grit my teeth and my fists clench by my sides. “Well, get it back. You know that the necklace was mine.” I say. “She said she’ll return it after the event.” My dad says, unbothered. “If she wanted it, she should have taken my permission. How can you just give it to her?” I ask, throwing my arms up in the air. “Faye, honey, stop making a fuss, you’ll get the necklace back.” Fredrick Middleton says, sipping on the one beer he drank every Friday night.

I storm out and close the door to my room with a bang. “So much for a necklace.” I hear someone ‘tut’ behind me. I turn to see the demon. “Whatever, just leave,” I say, falling on the bed on my back. “Why would I leave?” He asks, dropping next to me. I sit upright. “Because I’m already angry, so I don’t need you to rile me up further,” I say, running a hand over the fabric of my denim jeans that I purchased a few weeks back when I had woken up looking better than I had in my entire life, all due to a demon.

“What makes you think I want to rile you up?” He asks, the black mask shielding his expressions from me, making it impossible to understand what he’s feeling as his voice is monotone. “Because that’s what you always do,” I say, pushing my hair to one side. “Well, if it helps, I do not always want to do that.” He says. “Really? You really don’t want to? Then um, how about you take off that mask huh?” I say, sarcastically, looking at him.

“Why do you so desperately want to see my face?” He asks me. “I-” I get cut off in the middle. “Oh, that’s right, is it because you have a crush on me?” He leans in like he had done before on the couch, making me lean backward. Every time he mentions that I feel an involuntary warmth spread up my cheeks. “Sh-Shut up,” I say, pretending to act calm. “Ah, you’re blushing. I am right.” He says. “No, you aren’t.” I push him away, turning my eyes away from his hazel ones. They burn in unknown determination probably wanting to make me accept that I liked him.

I would never give him the satisfaction though.

I hear noise from downstairs and the unmistakable voice of a familiar, particularly the voice of a woman named after a little, red fruit. What sort of a surname would go with her first name anyway? A minute later, the door to my room opens. The demon is gone as Cherry steps in. Her eyes drift to the open doors of my balcony, and slowly the suspicion slips from the strong, blue eyes as she turns her gaze towards me. “Here,” She extends her hand, the diamond pendant of my mother’s necklace hanging. I get off the bed, and take it from her hand, forcing myself to smile at her. “I’m sorry I took it without your permission, I hope you aren’t too angry.” She says, giving me smiles and comforting glances.

“No. No, I’m not.” I say, and I don’t miss the way her eyes dart around her room while I’m answering. I also didn’t miss the way her eyes kept glancing towards the open doors of the balcony, judging why they might be open. “Oh, I don’t like switching on the AC, so I figured natural air might be better.” I laugh a bit, hoping she buys it. “Ah. Your father wants us down for dinner. I made it, so I hope you like it.” She says, stepping out of my room.

“Sure, I’ll be down in a second.” I’m about to shut the door when Cherry stops me. “Also, try keeping the doors closed, you never know what could come in through that.”

Ignoring the double meaning in her words, I shut the door.