Wish Upon A Demon

14.

CHAPTER - FOURTEEN

“I should’ve said no.”

Here I was, on a Sunday morning, zipping up my bags, getting ready to leave to Michael’s summerhouse, which happened to be a cabin that was far away from my house making it almost impossible for me to sneak out and return in the middle of the night. We had two days of mourning in addition to our weekend due to the sudden death – suicide – of the mayor’s son, Jimmy. He went to my school, and the only reason he was known apart from being the mayor’s son was that of his drug addiction.

New Year’s was coming up this weekend, and with the four-day holiday, Michael Kingston decided to invite me to tag along with his group of friends. I didn’t like it when I was around him, not since I found the bag of tools that he could use to murder me when I’m asleep. Frankly, I do think that has been going through his head recently. Ever since that fateful night was coaxed to having dinner with the Kingston’s and accidentally discovered their bag of killer tools, Michael had been all weird stares and creepy smiles.

It was like he knew that I knew about the bag, and the room, and the tools.

The worst part was when I couldn’t even refuse his offer as he asked me. It was just about the way he was looking at me. The look someone gives while saying things like, ‘If you refuse, you die.’ And somehow, when my emotions were in a mix, a little ‘Yes’ tumbled out my mouth. I wished I had used some excuse to get out of it though. My father had several business parties to attend, one after the other, over the weekend, which made it impossible for him to spend New Year’s with me, but at least he would have Cherry – the woman who was dating my father and whose last name I didn’t know.

I had noticed one thing more through the week though. Michael Kingston and Nolan Shaw weren’t just related by their titles in school, there was something more, something much more, and somehow, it was linked to me, and the demon. My suspicions were further confirmed by the looks Nolan Shaw had been giving me. They were just like Michael’s and they terrified me even more. I also remembered the day when Nolan showed up at Michael’s house.

No, there was definitely something more. There was something more to why demon boy wasn’t fond of Michael and Nolan. And since I wasn’t going to get my answers from the demon, I was going to try to get my answers from those who were living around me and knew more than I did. I zipped up my bag, not knowing what was in store for me this weekend at the summerhouse.

“What?”

They couldn’t be serious. I couldn’t spend my night in a room with a future killer. I knew it wasn’t right of me to make judgments quickly based on something that I secretly, unknowingly found in his home, but it wasn’t like he was using those tools to make dinner. So, I grabbed Jennifer from the side. “I’ll be staying with her,” I said, smiling tightly. Michael’s expression darkened slightly; nevertheless, he smiled, saying he was going to unpack in the adjoining room.

“Why did you have to do that?” Jennifer wrenched her hand from my grasp. “Because I didn’t want to share a room with a boy?” I said. Did she really want to share rooms with one of the boys? “Listen, Faye, honey.” She pointed a manicured nail at me. “Just because you’re a prude – sorry, virgin doesn’t mean all of us are. Some of us young people want to have fun, and thanks to you, that can’t be accomplished now.” She huffed and dragged her suitcase to the room we were sharing together, rolling her eyes.

Okay then.

Jennifer left quite some time ago after she unpacked like a pro. We had arrived only a few hours earlier, and it seemed like everyone was pumped and ready to party. I couldn’t lie though; the house was beautiful and right by the beach, so we didn’t have to walk much. Fingers snapped in front of my eyes. “Michael.” I breathed, heart racing. “It’s Nolan, actually.” I turned to see Nolan Shaw in front of me, hands in his pockets. His tall frame towered over me, his presence suffocating me. “Oh, sorry, I just...” He held up a hand, a small smile gracing his lips.

“It’s fine.” He says after a few seconds. I have to force a smile at this point. It was funny how the boys I had admired, and one of them who I even had a huge crush on, would be the ones to scare me to the point where I didn’t want to be associated with them in any way. “I came to call you down actually, the others are there, so...” Nolan trails off. “You didn’t have to, I was going to be down within a minute anyway,” I say, a drop of sweat going down my back.

I didn’t feel comfortable around Nolan. “Well, you are a special guest.” I didn’t know how to respond to that. The glint in his eye made it made it even more difficult for me to speak up. I just nodded at him, indirectly signally him to go away. A knock came at the door. Nolan Shaw gave me a little nod as he walked to the door, passing by Michael who had knocked, their eye contact further confirming my suspicions. Then, Michael turned to me with a smile. I should’ve never come, the thought grazed my head for the hundredth time today.

“I’m sorry for what happened the other day Faye, I had some business to tend to.” Michael justifies, stepping closer and unconsciously I step back a tiny bit. “I know it was sudden to take you to my house, but, my parents had been dying to the meet the girl who had captured my attention.” He continues, smirking a bit. If they were excited, they sure didn’t show it. “Oh, okay...” I don’t know what to say. I just want him to leave the room. The old Faye had a crush on this guy for three years and would’ve surrendered to him, but the Faye who found crossbows and whatnot in his house couldn’t even properly look him in the eye.

As he took another step towards me, I was about to take another step backward, when an angel came to my rescue. Or in this world, in she went by the name of Jennifer Clank. “I forgot my phone...what are you two doing here? Everyone’s downstairs.” She said shaking her head and grabbing her phone. “Come on Michael, all of us are waiting.” With an extra sway to her hips, she walked out. “Yeah, we should probably go,” I say, nervously, giving a small laugh.

“Hmm.” I zip up my bag and push it under the bed, stepping past him. As I’m almost out, Michael stops me with his words. “Faye, the other day, when you came over, you didn’t um, go to any room did you?” His eyes are glazed with suspicion. “What room?” I ask, hoping my confident front wouldn’t break down. “No, nothing,” He says and walks past me, muttering words and shaking his head. I think back to that day. My skirt did get stuck in the zipper of his bag; hopefully, he didn’t find that piece of pink fabric did he? I hope not.

I walked downstairs, unprepared for what was going to happen.

I was drunk.

It was weird because I had never been drunk. My head was buzzy, and my steps were wobbly. I felt like I was floating above, and though this feeling was new, it was something that someone could get addicted to. Majority of my night was spent on the dance floor, dancing and turning. Being drunk made me care less. It made me feel free. The last I saw Michael was when he was whispering something to Nolan, both of them in a heated conversation. Then he left upstairs. Guess he wasn’t very fond of parties either. However, the thought of him going upstairs to take rest was swept away when I tumbled upstairs, unable to handle the congestion and atmosphere downstairs.

Giggles were coming out of the room adjoining mine, and through the little gap of the open door, I could make out Michael who was holding on to a drunk Jenny, who had latched herself onto him. I know it would be difficult for Michael to control the temptation considering the position they were in right now and since the girl was as gorgeous as Jennifer. I didn’t bother. As long we didn’t communicate much and someone else grabbed his attention, I was fine.

“Ah, the feeling of being drunk.” I knew who it was. I walked into the room I was given and locked the door since I knew Jenny would be spending her night with Michael. I sat on the bed and then I looked towards the demon next to me, who sat beside me.

What I was too afraid to accept in my sober state, I found it easier to accept it in this drunken state. I liked the demon boy. I liked it when he followed me when he gave me attention when he bothered me.

Maybe it was the lack of attention I had received throughout my entire life that had made me like the demon boy. But I didn’t want to justify it. All I knew is that I felt a raw, passionate connection for this hazel-eyed man next to me. And no matter how much I tried, I couldn’t justify it. And the next thing I knew, I had pushed the demon down on his back, my legs straddling him and a hand on his chest. Those hazel eyes widened, unable to process what I had just done. Hell, I didn’t know what I had just done. I tried to blame it on the shots I had downstairs, but then again, alcohol was known to bring out the true, inner feelings.

“Faye, you’re drunk. Get off me so I can get something to sober you up.” He tried to get me off him, speaking in a gentle tone, but I wasn’t having it. Those shots were quite strong and that was making me more confident. “No, I’m not,” I say, head dipping towards his. The same smell of his cologne washed over him. “I don’t want to pretend anymore, demon. I know what I want, and dammit, I know I want you.” Demon boy had been unattainable, and even though he bothered me, he had never expressed any feelings towards me.

And that thought was spurring me on. I wanted him to want me, to like me for who I was. My head dipped even lower, lips hovering above his masked face, hands on his chest. The demon boy remained silent, not speaking once. His breath rate had increased, and I could feel him inhaling and exhaling faster. I knew he didn’t want me to see his face, and as for me, I wanted to see his face properly only when he was ready to show me and ripped off the mask himself.

So I lifted the black fabric upwards and as I did, I heard the noise downstairs becoming louder, penetrating through the door of the room.

And then the countdowns begin.

3.

My lips hovered above his.

2.

Both of us were breathing fast, hearts racing.

1.

Our lips touched.

“Happy new year, demon boy.” I murmured against his lips, holding him close, inhaling his scent and pressing my lips against his with urgency and a need that I didn’t recognize.

And cue the fireworks – literally.