Wish Upon A Demon

8.

CHAPTER - EIGHT

Bore.

This party was an absolute bore. I watched as several students from my school, some who even gave impressions that they were the good girls, danced like they didn’t have a care in the world. Well, good girls are bad girls that don’t get caught. Drunken guys stumbled around girls, girls were wearing short little skirts or dresses as opposed to the one I was wearing, which covered me up completely. In front of those girls, I felt that I was a dolled up grandma.

I knew that no matter how different I look, or how my attitude changed, I would still be that little, awkward, shy, fat girl inside. But I didn’t want to be that girl. I wanted to be like Jennifer, my ex-friend and the one who guys were behind all night, begging for a dance. I leaned against a counter, in the kitchen, where there was a little less of everything.

Michael Kingston wasn’t here today, which made me wonder why the second king of our school would ever miss one of the first king’s parties. Nolan Shaw was like that, ever since he transferred to York High when we were fifteen, he had won up everyone – mainly because of his god-like looks and mostly because he was filthy rich.

I didn’t drink anything. I was afraid of what would be mixed in them. I didn’t want to get drunk. Even though I hadn’t been in a lot of parties – actually, any parties – I still was bored out of my minds in this one, and I had hoped that this one would be the best. I was wrong.

However, I was right but about something else. I would never fit in with these people. These people with their not caring and daring attitude, with their designer clothes and shoes, these people who have walk-in closets, I wasn’t one of them. I would never be. There was no use in even trying.

“Bored?” I knew it was demon boy. My ears had become familiar with his deep voice by now. I liked his voice though. “Ah, there you are. I was wondering when you’d make an appearance.” I drawled out. Today, oddly, I wasn’t angry about demon boy’s presence. I was relieved. Maybe our constant back and forth bickering would take my mind off Nolan Shaw’s party. I’d have a familiar face – mask – to talk to.

“Are you bored?” Demon boy asked once more.

“Yes. Yes, I’m bored.” I replied, dryly, my eyes falling on to Nolan and Jenny rubbing up against each other on the dance floor. “Ugh, don’t like him either.” The demon said, uncapping a bottle of clear water from the refrigerator and gulping it down, lifting his mask up a bit. I bent down, trying to get a view of his face while he was busy, but opted against it, when I spotted a boy checking me out and flashing me a grin. He was obviously drunk judging by the way his legs wobbled; nevertheless, I straightened up, not bending anymore.

“Give up, little hamster, you’ll never see my face until I want you to.” He said this while fixing his fabric, thin layered, mask. “What to say that I won’t just rip it off you?” I asked.

“Because if you tried, I’ll smack the back of your head, and you know how that feels yeah?” As he said this, my mind flashed back to one of the nights when he was sitting on my bed and I was half-asleep. I could remember my sleepy self, mistaking demon boy for my teddy bear and wrapping my legs around him. A minute later, I was on the ground, with my butt and head hurting very badly. Safe to say that I would never do that again because I still remembered the way I was smacked and pushed off.

Yup, I’m never trying to remove his mask.

“Good girl.” The demon patted me on my head like I was a puppy. God, I was really becoming a pet. His pet. For his damn amusement and entertainment. And god, I didn’t want to be like that. Why couldn’t I be granted one more wish, from someone – something else and not a demon? Maybe, then I’d wish for this psycho to go away from my life once and for all.However, that would leave me alone, since I was a loner and had no friends, but at least, I wouldn’t have demon boy hanging off my back every day and maybe, I would even get sleep.

“Can you teleport?” I asked. After a minute, he replied, “Yes, I can.” I knew he could, but I wanted to know more. It was impressive how one second he would be right next to me and then, he could be anywhere, maybe even in Florida. Oh, Florida, I always wanted to go there. “Can you show me?” I asked. Maybe it was the immense curiosity shown on my face, or maybe it was the fact that I was interested in something he could do, but he nodded. Grabbing my hand in his gloved one, he pulled me along with him. It was magic. One second we were in the kitchen, and the next, we were outside, in Nolan Shaw’s vast balcony. It was huge. There were even a few inbuilt seats, probably in case, he got tired of being in his room or something.

“Wow, he is rich,” I muttered, placing my hands on the railing. And it didn’t help that the view from here was beautiful too, much, much better than mine. The night sky was clear though, with stars shining here and there. “Ah, feels like yesterday when Faye was making a wish. Memories.” He wiped a fake tear. It took everything not to push him off the railing. I knew nothing would happen though, he’d probably just appear behind me within a second and he’d be very angry. That was something I didn’t want, so I controlled myself.

“They weren’t good memories anyway,” I say, not too loud.

“Why wouldn’t they be?” He asked, stepping beside me, hands on the railing. “Well, I met you for example.” The words tumbled out of my mouth. “And that’s such a bad thing?” Demon boy questioned, in mock hurt. “It is a very bad thing,” I said, smiling a bit. He was about to say something when I saw his eyes widen.

I was pulled to the side. Something grazed by my head and hit the wall. An arrow. A silver arrow against the wall before it turned to dust. There were crunching of leaves, and I could hear the attacker getting away - running even. My back was against the demon’s chest, as both his hands were around me, holding me securely. I could hear his sharp breath intake. What had just happened? I didn’t know. All I knew that an arrow had missed me and my heart was beating like crazy.

A minute passed, then two, then three, and with each minute, the demon’s hold got less tight, as though his mind told him that I was now safe. His body was warm against mine, something I didn’t expect. I was terrified and his hold was making me feel secure and less scared. When his hands finally unwrapped from my body, I was a mess, struggling to stand straight. What had just happened? I wanted to know. It was another few minutes later when I felt something soft and feathery graze my neck.

I looked down to see a little silver necklace bound around my neck. The little clear pendant indicated that it was no ordinary necklace. I knew that now since it was around my neck, I wasn’t allowed to remove it and that was clarified when the demon spoke. “Don’t ever remove this.” He ordered. Even though his voice and composure were back to normal, I could sense that he wasn’t over what had happened a few minutes ago, and was very angry. There was definitely something more to all of this. “What does it do?” I asked, finger touching the clear, little pendant.

“Anytime, you’re in trouble, think of me and I’ll be there.”

I wanted to test the necklace’s powers.

Even though demon boy had given me strict orders only to use it to call him when I was in trouble, I wanted to test it. I wanted to test it to see if he would really come. Ultimately, I decided against it. He would probably fume and smack the back of my head or something. I crashed into Nolan Shaw as I walked to my English Class. “Didn’t see you at the party Martin.” He commented, dryly, in a bored fashion.

“Sorry, I had lots of homework, so I decided against it.” I lied easily and smiled tightly, and before he could say anything, I sped past him on the excuse that I would be late for class. During my forty minutes with Hawk Howard in English class; my eyes had drifted towards the rooftop, which was viewable from the huge window in class. Even though I didn’t see the face – which I actually never had – there was only one person I knew who would clad in black from head to toe.

So, in my free period, which happened to be after Howard’s class, I went up to the rooftop. The door was rusted anyway, and since our school didn’t bother fixing that up, I could open it easily and step out. It didn’t snow today. It was freezing, but it didn’t snow. My teeth chattered as I stepped up next to demon boy. “Aren’t you cold?” I managed to get out. I was covered entirely in warm clothes, and yet, the cold somehow managed to affect me, and here, demon boy was with his hands in his pockets, the cold not affecting him in the slightest bit.

“No.” His reply was curt and small. His eyes drifted towards my neck. Probably satisfied that the necklace was safe around my neck, he turned his eyes away. I looked up at his big frame, feeling small, and turned my eyes in front. My fingers were shivering. For a second, I thought he would do what he had done when I was returning from my ‘date’. But demon boy didn’t. Instead – probably getting irritated by my chattering and shivering – pulled me in close, hands wrapping around me. His eyes were looking ahead though – seeming like he could see something I couldn’t – but his body kept me close.

And I couldn’t help but feel warm.