Wish Upon A Demon

4.

CHAPTER - FOUR

My life had turned into a movie within a short span of twelve days.

I made a wish on the first day, it was granted by the second day, I met the person, no, demon who granted it on the third day, I constantly got into battles with the demon for a few more days, and here I was today, leaning against the locker, staring at the only boy I’ve ever wanted who was talking to me. I couldn’t believe it; here I was, in front of Michael Kingston, staring at him with my mouth slightly open, while he asked me out. Asked me out. I wanted to pinch myself. I wanted to know if this was a dream or reality but decided against it.

“So what’d you say? Movie? Friday night?” He asked. I kept staring. I must have looked quite creepy, cause I thought I saw a bit of discomfort in his eyes, so I shut my mouth, debating what to say. “Sure.” I finally replied, acting like him leaning against the locker, asking me out, wasn’t a big deal at all. When really, all I wanted to do was scream. But then when he was gone after taking my number, and shooting me a smirk, I felt disappointed. Disappointed that a boy who hadn’t noticed me when I was the real me, all of a sudden, started to show interest in the new me. The fake me. Sure, there were many, many perks now, but it always disappointed me to know that everyone was interested in the Faye that had apparently changed over the summer.

“Regretting the wish?” Someone whispered in my ear. I didn’t jump, nor did I squeak, nor was I surprised. When demons like the one standing behind me, sneak up on you, even in the middle of a conversation, you start to expect it and hence, my lack of reaction. I turned around.“No, not really,” I replied. “Oh come on Faye, you expect me to believe that there is not a single part of you that wants to go back to being the original you?” He asked. “The original me didn’t have any friends. She didn’t even step out the house after school. The only boy she ever wanted would never ask her out. So, no, I don’t really miss the ‘original’ me.” I lied, crossing my hands.

“Coming to think about it, you weren’t conventionally attractive back then....” He murmured. I didn’t even feel a twinge of hurt. He was only telling the truth. ”See? And you ask me why I would regret this new me.” I said. “But there was something about you, something different and captivating...and that was what led me to watch you from afar as you made that wish and ultimately, grant it.” He murmured once more.

“Well, thank you genie, should I buy you a lamp to get into?” I asked. At least if he did get his cocky, sarcastic self into a lamp, I could throw it somewhere and never be bothered by him again. “No, Faye, that isn’t necessary. Think about it, if I get into a lamp, who’s going to bother you?” He asked. “You-”I growled, and then my eyes turned to the side, where a couple of freshmen stared at me, with wide eyes. “You...are so sweet. Sorry, I’m rehearsing for a play.” I smiled at them.

When they kept staring at me, I added, “For English class.” I smiled tightly once more, and they shuffled away. “You...” I turned towards the demon to find him gone. “...Are gone.” I whispered. Great, I guess I should expect him to appear from nowhere to talk to me and try to make me look like a crazy person.

Stupid demon.

“Muriel?” I asked.

“No,” The demon replied, casually. “Hmm, Casper?” I asked. “Really?” He asked back. “What about Tristan?” I asked. “Nope,” He shook his head. “Damn it, what sort of a name do you have that I can’t guess?” I asked, raising my hands. “A very different one,” He whispered.“Rumplestiltskin?” I asked, and the look he shot me, was enough for me to shut up. Although I couldn’t lie, his eyes were captivating and since that was the only thing I could see as he wore a mask, it was my only way of recognizing him. They were a deep brown color, very different to my green ones. His eyelashes were long for a boy, and that just added to his very unique eyes. One time, when he had woken me up at night, his eyes ever glowed a faint purple.

That was probably a demon thing I guess.

“Admiring me, now, are we?” He asked, leaning back against the headboard of my bed. “Shut up. And get off my bed.” I said, turning my face. “You don’t have to hide it, I know I’m attractive.” He said like it was a fact. “I can’t even see your face, and when-if I do, I’ll be the judge of that.” I scoffed. “Faye, my eyes are captivating enough. Imagine how it would be when you see my face?” He asked.“Get off my bed,” I sighed, not wanting to quarrel with him. “Why? I like the mattress it’s quite comfy. Where did you get it from?” He asked, tapping it. “Somewhere with a sign that says no demons allowed.” I smiled. “If they let in a hamster-like you in, I’m sure I wouldn’t be an exception.” He said.

Giving up, shooting him dirty looks; I sat on my bed, where my notebooks lay open. I picked up my pen and tried to complete my homework when I was interrupted, again. He’d distracted me by making me guess what his name was, but I wouldn’t let him stop me anymore. “That’s wrong, you know.” He said referring to my homework answer. “I don’t care. Get out of my sight.” I said. “The previous one is wrong too.” He said. I threw my hands up in the air. “Go away. Go somewhere. Go to where you from. Go anywhere. Just don’t be here and let me concentrate.” I screamed. “Okay, whatever.” He leaned back against my headboard.

And then ten minutes later, he spoke again, “All ten of them are wrong.” Oh, my god. I was going to murder him now. “I know you told me not to speak, but I can’t stand the sight of stupidity.” He said, in his defense. “Do you want me to tutor you, Faye?” He asks, slight humor in his voice. “Says the person who probably never even went to high school,” I mumbled. “True, but when you’re immortal, you don’t have a choice but to learn things on the way.” He shrugs.

“Whatever, stop bothering me.” I rolled my eyes. Demon boy smiled, smugly. Oh, what I would do to just, just, slap him so hard his cheek would turn pink. “And get out. I need to concentrate.” I smiled. “So concentrate, pretend like I’m not even here.” He said. “That’s hard when you point out everything from time to time.” I gritted my teeth. “If you really are interested in your studies, it doesn’t matter if I speak or not.” He said.

I bit my bottom lip. He knew how to get me angry. Damn it, if only I could make one more wish. I would wish for him to be helpless so I could bruise his so-called pretty face with my fists.

The door banged close from below. My father was home.

The door to my room opened. I immediately turned to my side, to see that demon boy was gone, in a whoosh and the door to the balcony was open. It had all happened within the blink of an eye. He sure was fast. But what surprised me, was my father who stood at the door. Like I had told before, my father and I weren’t exactly the type to converse a lot and when we did, it would be in short sentences and sometimes, even in a word. After my mother had died, my father shut himself in his own world and never got out of it.

“Faye, what would like for dinner?” His smile surprised me. I’ve not seen his eyes twinkle that way in a long time . Something good had probably happened today. “Anything would be fine,” I said. This was new territory and I had absolutely no idea how to react to this. I wanted to act aloof, but at the same time, I wanted to know what had made him this happy. Even when my father had nodded and shut the door my bedroom, his footsteps fading away, I still thought about why he was so...chirpy. I absolutely had to find out. But more important was the demon that went out my window. I had to find out why he was behind me as well.

So much for wishing to be beautiful, inside and out.