He continued to look away from me and released his hand from mine. He then looked down, I could tell the word I said had something to do with him. Something he didn't really like or needed to have been labeled. Which could lead to an explanation on why he has wings. "I know you think and everyone thinks that I am the devil who is also evil but..", "But what.." What was he trying to say, I knew he was not the slightest evil or even devilish, but what was it. "I-I'm none of them..okay.."

"Jacob. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring the word up but if people said that about you, I would honestly want to know why. Like to start with explaining to me how you broke all the rules except the dating age twenty-one.." He lifted his head, "And to note that my mother has told me that devils were just myths. So are you like a myth or something?" He sighed, "Didn't she also tell you that glowing hearts were also a myth?", "Yes along with finding true love, but that is because she is delusional over her divorce." Before I spoke again, he continued. "People only said that because..well not many people know this but me and my father..share the same name.." he mumbled. It was strange to note that as I never met two people in Oakheart who have shared a name, along with a birthday. "My father is the one who steals from the banks downtown, he is the one who knows all and sees all. He is the one who breaks all laws..he only gets away with it because he has someone to blame it on..and that someone is his only son...that being me." I scooted close to him and looked where he looked. He was looking at the orange clouds with thin strips of light blue sky in between and then stared back at me.

We sat in silence as I made an attempt to break the tension I had started. "Is that why everybody hates you in the town, and calls you by that name?" he nodded, "It seems harsh to know that everyone in town hates you without knowing the truth.", "Well, my sister and my mom don't hate me.." I raised a brow, "Ok. What about your father..", "From the one who surely likes to blame his son for the crimes, I hardly see him..as he is currently trying to prove to the world about supernatural creatures and their existence..and few believed him and now are his wingman. No pun intended."

I laughed slightly, "Have you thought of getting your name changed..or maybe having a new hairsty-", "I've tried that. As apparently you have to be twenty-seven to get your name changed. And I've dyed my hair black as you saw in the photo of my hair before it was black. So as I was saying, to change myself doesn't help. Literally have gotten a tattoo of an angel wing so I can lead off the chase from the cops.."

He then looked over and stared at me, "When I first saw it I thought it was a devil's wing.." I mumbled as I could hear him laughing. Just staring at him, it seemed like he was stuck and couldn't leave the town without being called by the nickname he was given, and though changing his name would help him. It would be vaguely helpful. He then stopped laughing, "I've tried everything as there's nothing to change..well there was one option but I am not sure if I want to go that far...like literally far."

I grabbed his hand and asked what it was. He held onto my hand as I blushed a little. "What I could do is, I can move away to a new city. I could move to Olympus Hills but that is in the Downtown Oakheart District..but I can't since something is more important..something is in my way of that.","But what can be more important than protecting your name and status? Your sister and your mother? Friends?" He turned towards me and revealed why he couldn't, it was his heart. It wasn't like Coltons that were all different shades of colors to be confusing as Jacob was just one color. He was the rare maroon-red, the color that was considered to be myth. I couldn't believe it to be true to see it, I was his match.

This must have been what my father and Roslyn felt like when they locked eyes at an ice cream parlor when I was out one day with him."Your heart..it's..it's.." He leaned in and kissed me as I stopped stuttering. I couldn't feel like I would want to move away from him as it just felt natural. He had pulled away after we kissed, and looked at me but I looked away feeling ashamed. I released my hand from his, "Was I the reason why?"

I muttered but before he could speak another sound of the sinking cell phone rang, "I think it's yours this time.." I laughed nervously as it was indeed mine, but I needed an answer from him and not from whoever was calling. "So are you gonna get that?" He laughed nervously as he then had a smile on his face. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone; I looked at who was calling and of course it was Colton. I hesitated for a second before I hit ignore sending it to voicemail. "No actually, I don't think so.."

He had then asked who it was as I mentioned Colton. "You know..if you want him to get off your back, you should probably just delete his number or block him if that is easier.." my eyes widened looking at him. "What?", "Yeah you can delete his number and or block him. And yes I know it's har-", "Hard. I know." I frowned as I explained to Jacob that I've been friends with him since we were kindergarten; and things have gone down the road every second after the visit with Dr. Martens. But I didn't want to leave it on a bad note and wanted to leave on a good one. Even though things have changed.

He then asked if I wanted help to ignore and or block Colton's number. I wasn't sure at first but then decided it may be best. I nodded and handed over my phone. This was a good choice. I know it. As I will just rely on the good memories with him and not the bad ones from the past few hours of today. It felt like it was gonna be a fresh new start. "I know the feeling of losing a friend is hard, but honestly he was sort of toxic, like he was backing his car up and almost hit you. He doesn't approve of who you ended up being with for the rest of your life..and..", "And he wanted to lie to my mom and say that we were true lovers even though it would have been a fool's love.." I continued to frown as Jacob pulled me into a hug. Just the thought of it was the best timing to not put any weight or pressure on my shoulders; after the day I was having.

"I'll block his number and delete all photos of him and unfollow him on social media..for now..until he apologizes for his actions. As this will show him not to be cruel to his best friend.." I just nodded as he pulled away and started to do what he said as I looked away and out into the ocean. Though my eyes drifted above at the cliff. I could see the lights from the police were gone as the sun was beginning to set. While the sun began to set, my thoughts were calm until I began to question something about when me and Jacob fell off the cliff. I then locked eyes with him once more as he looked at me and gave me back my phone. "Ok. You're all set.."

I then began to spit fire to him all my questioning thoughts about how it was possible to have no marks or injuries or bruises. He was confused and just laughed. "What are you talking about?", "Why are you laughing..how am I not..you know! Injured?! Haven't broken anything?! No scrapes or cuts?!" He smiled, "Ok..first off, take a breath..and don't jinx it. And second; now I know what you are trying to ask about. So remember when you said if devils were only myths but are actually true.." I nodded, "then there are things such as Angels. So speaking of Angels, in fact, rumor has it you're the only one that lives and the only one that ever existed here in Oakheart..even though there are many different types. You're the purest one."

"Like you said to Rose, you're very funny. And I bet there are other girls you've probably kissed and your 'Angel'..or 'Princess' so what makes you then? My devilish charming prince?" I was questioning it about the whole Angel thing, as it didn't add up. It could just be a compliment or a cute nickname, but that couldn't be true, as he said his father is the devil, but what makes him then? A Wingman? Or maybe he happened to be flirting and I am in love with a supernatural creature. I laughed as he had a serious look on his face. That's when I stopped laughing.

"What? Is it something I said..", "No. Just the way you're processing it, Maya listen to me. You are seriously an Angel. Do you recall any not having broken bones or scrapes or cuts when you were younger, what about always being called a goody-two-shoe, or being a Mama's girl.." I still laugh not as hard as all of those things were true, "How did you..", "It's everything Angel is..and having those abilities or charms.." I shook my head, "But I still don't believe that I am Angel like what makes you then if your father is the devil..are there different types of devils?" I began to wonder how one creature could have so many different versions of themselves. Some that are always hidden in the eye.

"And so you know you may be as devilish as I don't know for maybe being my charming prince. But by being the Only The Devil who happens to live in Oakheart, Alabama..must make me be the only angel or some different version of one. So answer me this..if your father is one, which one are you..", "I'm considered to be a Traveller's Devil.." I raised a brow, "Ok so what exactly is that..are your wings the type of feathers that prick and kill anyone by a touch."