Page 15 of Little Devil

“You’re welcome. Now go away.”

“Go out with me tonight.”

My hand freezes on the door knob and I turn around to face him, scrunching my nose when I realize he’s not messing with me. “What?”

“Go out with me tonight,” he repeats, slower this time. “No Travis. Just me and you.”

I blink, then I blink again, blinking several times while my brain attempts to process his stupidity. “You’re asking me out on a date?”

“Yep.”

“Okay, let me rephrase that. You’re asking me out on a date less than twelve hours after I broke up with my boyfriend for fucking my best friend?”

He grins that stupid grin again. “Yep.”

I slam the door in his face and flick the lock, heading for the kitchen to go find myself some breakfast. “Asshole.”

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I pause the movie I’m watching by myself and wrap my arms around my waist, leaning my head back on the twelve seater couch to glare at the huge, cinema style big screen on the front wall of the den.

This is beyond pathetic.

I’ve got everything a girl could ask for, always have and probably always will, and yet I don’t think I’ve ever felt this sad in my life.

Embarrassed and stupid and alone.

A defeated sigh leaves me and I wipe my eyes with my sleeves, standing up from my seat in search of some chocolate and ice cream. We don’t keep that stuff here, of course, so I grab my phone despite the fact it’s been switched off since last night and head out to my car, frowning when I spot the white envelope attached to my windshield. I walk around to the front and pick it off, squinting into the darkness to read the unfamiliar handwriting scribbled across the back of it.

Jordyn.

“What the fuck?” I whisper to myself, quickly glancing left and right to check for movement.

Finding nothing but my own driveway and the trees surrounding it, I shake off that stupid glimmer of hope in my chest and flip it over to tear it open.

My dad’s the only person who calls me Jordyn, but there’s no way he would leave this here, not after all this time without a word..

Something falls from the card and I scramble to catch it with my left hand, quickly looking around again before I turn it over to inspect it. It’s a keychain, a purple one in the shape of that smirking devil emoji Kian uses all the time. Still confused, I open the only birthday card I got this year and read the note written on the inside.

Smile, princess.

There’s always next year.

7

Xander

I pull up beside Travis in the parking lot and climb out of my car, desperately tugging on the air stealing leash around my neck while I look up at my new school. Lakewood Academy is just as I imagined it would be – a modern style building crawling with superficial rich kids. It’s admittedly not that much different to the public school I went to in LA – they were all rich assholes, too, myself included – but at least we didn’t have to wear these stupid ass uniforms there.

Travis looks my way and rolls his eyes, snatching the cigarette from my mouth to toss it on the ground.

“Hey.”

“Dude, knock it off,” he hisses, snatching my forearm to pull me towards the steps leading up to the main entrance. “My mom’ll kill you if she catches you smoking out here.”

“Why are you so worried?”

“I’m not worried,” he lies, sighing when I raise a brow at him. “It’s nothing. Just.. keep your head down and stay away from Noah, yeah?”

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