'And yeah I know, how bad it must hurt  to see me like this, but it gets worse.' -Demi Lovato ♡ 

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"I deserve it, for being a jerk," He says coldly, I slow down while he walks ahead. What does he mean being a jerk? I mean, I guess it's true he did shout at me when I first encountered him and he is quite annoying.

I ignore it, then we reach my house. My mom is home with her book reading club, they're three women who just read. They're nice but calm, we don't disturb her in the living room so we help ourselves to some cookies in the kitchen, fresh out the oven.

"So, what do you want to do, some homework?" I suggest.

Adrian rolls his eyes and pouts, devilishly. "Homework? Uh -  I've already done it, let's do something else?" He wiggles his brows. I hit him in the shoulder and give him a  pointed look. "Since when do you do homework."

"Since my grades dropped." He answers sharply, his chin raised high.

"When did your grades drop?" I ask. "A few months back, but they're all high now since I'm fully dedicated to school and all."

I laugh a little too loud. "Wow - Adrian Walker the school's infamous bad boy loves school, that's something we don't hear every day."

"I didn't say I love it, I said I'm dedicated to it, idiot." He murmurs, I nod wiggling my brows. "Sure, we all know you love it." I coo.

"You wish," He says, his lips curve into a smile as he devours the cookie. "R.I.P cookie."

He rolls his eyes and smirks. "Do you want to do something fun, yes or no?"

"No. Of course its a no, whatever comes out your mouth, its a no from me. "I imitate Simon Cowell. He doesn't understand, his chocolate eyes soften as he stares into my dark eyes, I cough and break his sudden gaze.

He shifts to a different position. "Ok, fine I know I'm a jerk but please you'll love this. Let me take you please?" he begs, I thought bad boys never beg, but it's funny seeing as Walker has the balls to crouch down, with his hands clenched begging to take me somewhere. Maybe he's planning to kill me?

I shake my head as in no. "You're planning my death!" I say, my expressions horrified, I sashay away up to my bedroom.

"Stop being over-dramatic and just say yes!" he shouts after me.

I enter my room and lock my door. Ha, he can't get in now. I was wrong, he has a bobbin pin in his hands as he turns the lock, entering my room with an amused face. "Sweetie, you shouldn't do that." He says, his deep voice loud and clear. His hair is golden in my corridor light, he rakes his hand through his hair. 

"You're perfect." I blurt out. 

He burst out laughing. "I'm sorry did I hear a nerd just say I'm perfect, I know I am you don't need to tell me unless you want to-" I cut him off.

"I don't want to hear please!" I exclaim, I turn red from my sudden words, he doesn't even care as he looks at a book in my room, probably just my old books, I have a lot, I love reading so it's natural for me to have a whole library in here.

I notice the one he picks.

I smile, that's my favourite, how did Devil-face know?

"Romeo and Juliet." I smile. He picked a classic, I should've known. Of course, many people find it difficult to understand, let me tell you why it may be confusing on the ends for others but it's rather touching in a doubtful way.

Romeo and Juliet are a passionate and contrasting love stories. Comparing families with different attitudes; the Montagues and the Capulets.

Juliet wouldn't care, even if her love for Romeo comes before her families reigning title. She just cares about her life. Romeo is the kind of adventurous guy who loves to explore things and find the one as well, so yeah he also doesn't care about his families title.

I realize I'm zoning out so I answer.

"You like I too?" He asks, disbelieved, but the fact I love it.

"It's preferably the best, the sad ending really got me, how love doesn't last forever how we all die young," I say, my tongue clicking.

I sit beside him on my sofa. He looks at the book, picking up quotes and reading them.

"O Romeo, O Romeo, where art thou' Romeo!" I say, smiling.

He frowns. "Tell me, why this book fucking gives me emotions, I'm supposed to be immune to crying." He says, his eyes narrowed at the book.

"It's called living, you should try it sometime, to be free is to feel. Freedom means being able to feel like your on top of the world, to be able to do anything and to explore like these two, before imprisonment and death approach, you never really know." I explain.

He never leaves my eyes, but I can tell he's in his thinking face.

"Freedom huh? - How about you follow me, I want to take you somewhere." he smiles, his teeth are brighter than my future I swear.

"Ok, but it has to be meeting my standards," I say, crossing my arms as we head downstairs.

"Your standards." He chuckles. "Yeah, like nothing too scary or bad you know as long as I make it home in one piece," I say, my lips in a thin line.

"A shame, really wanted to mess with you but I guess that'll have to wait," He winks, I blush away from his gaze, knowing that he's implying something else.

My mom is still reading with her friends. Are they reading 'Wuthering Heights by Emily Jane Brontë.' I really love that book, my mom loves reading like me, and she started a book club, I join, well sometimes.

"Have fun!" My mom shouts back at us. Adrian smirks as he opens the house door for me. 

I say, "Thanks."

I'm wearing, a dark sweater, and black tight jeans, with my converses and a black beanie, thank god for beanies it's covering my mess-of-a-hair today, my long brown hair in curls, and its all tangled so I'm so glad.

Bad hair day, yep.

Adrian is wearing a hoodie, with a black t-shirt underneath, his blue denim jeans and some Nike trainers. His hair is golden-brown and curled. His lips are smooth long with his jaw. I notice him glancing so I look away, hiding my blush.

Oops.

"Where are we going?" I ask, feeling dumbfounded.

"On the bus, on another bus, to that bus, then the one on that bus, then we're going to wherever the heck we want." He smirks.

"So our destination is basically buses," I say, giving him a sharp look.

He chuckles and continues walking along, I feel my hands getting cold so I tuck them in my pockets. Adrian notices and holds my hands in his warm ones, his skin is rejuvenating mine.

I feel like he's too close so I give myself some private space and back away, he rolls his eyes and pulls me literally into him his side body warming mine. I feel so comfortable, but my heart beats incredibly fast I'm pretty sure he can hear. For the rest of the ride, we remain in the position, sitting very close, like very.

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"Do you like it?" He asks, so calmly.

I nod, my eyes widening in excitement. "Adrian, you built this?" I ask disbelieved a sit sounds.

"Yep, when I was small, I built it like 6 years ago." He says, his hair ruffled.

"Wow, this rocket ship is amazing, so now children in the park can always play on it, imagining they're going to mars or someplace," I say, touching the rainbow rocket ship.

We sit on a bench, the view is absolutely breathtaking. The cerulean sky is no more, the clouds drifting by as fast as they can go, followed by the outburst of citric colours, yellow, orange, dark blue washed on a blank canvas, the swirls almost remind me of the night sky, how the colours blend in with each other also makes me wonder. The birds fly by, and the wind takes it course. The view leaves me hanging for words.

"That's-" Adrian begins. "Beautiful." I finish for him.

"No, that would be an understatement, no word can describe the extraordinary of our world.

"I agree, nothing can describe the world that God himself has created, not even one adjective," I say.

"Well said, but there is one word which can describe life. And everything its meant to be about, even for true lovers; Romeo and Juliet." He smiles, his eyes softening.

"Eh - What's that?" I ask, my hand feeling clammy.

"Love," He breathes, his cold breath makes a faint vapour cloud int he air, coincidentally in a heart shape.

"Love huh? Do you believe in love, not in the books but in real life, do you think love is in real life?" I question him, he raises his chin and his finger is on his lip.

"Yes, love lasts forever in both worlds, afterlife and present, love is eternal and ever-lasting. Love is forever, life, however, is unfortunately not." He says, he doesn't look at me, just at the colourful sky, preparing for another day of dread.

"Life will be better in the second world, much valuable, much greater, far beyond anything we've ever seen. " I recall from reading life beyond death books.

"I suppose you're right, anyways want to play 21 confessions," He winks.

"Umm ok," I said unsurely.

"Have you ever picked your nose?" H asks me. I mentally gag. "No eww, who does that, that's gross, I use a tissue hello, that's why we have them," I say, still sick by what he said.

"I used to." He says, smirking. I punch him in the arm. "Ok, my turn, have you ever thought of something dirty? I did and I so regret it." I say

"Who doesn't think of dirty thoughts, hello Rihanna made a song of it, and dirty is my middle name, so yeah of course." He laughs at my question, I frown at him.

"OK, let's continue, have you ever made out with an object?" He questions, I shake my head.

"You do that?" I ask feeling, a bit of doubtful, this guy must be a creep, Devil-Face is a creep! I repeat until he answers back.

"Yeah, to get the perfect kiss, I've done so many awful ones, I guess you could say I'm waiting for the perfect kiss." He says, biting his lip and raking his hand through his hair. I swear, he is so obsessive over that hair, I need to ruin it.

"Have you bullied someone before?" The questions blurt right out my mouth, I just had to make sure.

"No, why?" He chuckles, his eyes darkening. It's kind of scary how his emotions turned from soft to dark, a face full of regret.

"OK, h- have y- you?" He asks, changing the matter.

"No," I answered sharply.

We continue the game from there, he seems kind of distant, I've told him a lot of me, where I was born, what my hobbies are, my friends and my social life.

"Where's your dad?" He asks, out of nowhere.

I remain silent, hoping he'd get the message I want nothing to do with that scumbag. He notices the change in my attitude and changes the subject swiftly. I smile at how polite and caring he is, but when the time is right I'll tell him, just not know I don't feel quite safe and sure, yet.

"Let's head back home," He says, his eyes firmly light, my hands remain enveloped in his hands, the warmth radiating throughout my skin. I feel so sure with him, but still, I can't emotions cloud judgment he could still be a spy or a detective, I have to be 99% sure.

Devil-Face no, Adrian Walker whoever you are, I'm going to find you out, whatever bad you've done I'll know, if my name isn't Aurella San Claire then I don't know what is.

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This was mainly, Adrian *ahem* Devil-face, and Audie hanging around and having fun, but it gives you a little bit of important info. Enjoy!! And make sure to vote, comment, follow me before leaving this chapter :)

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