July 9th, at precisely 7:00 in the morning; Zoey Hunter.

"Morning, sis," I mumbled, wiping the sleep out of my eyes. Skylar nodded a reply, not looking up from her phone, blonde straight hair framing her face. She was probably texting her recent catch; Jack Morrison, the senior quarterback. 

"GOOD MORNING ZOZOBEAR!" exclaimed a very hyper and excited five year old, also known as my little sister. She jumped on my lap, wide green eyes dancing with happiness. I let out a small "oomph", oh for god's sake; it was still 7:00 in the morning.

"What did you eat this morning?" I asked, patting her dark hair.

"COOKIES, AND LOLLIPOPS AND LOTS AND LOTS OF M&M'S!"

I winced at the tone of her voice, it was too cheery and full of rainbows for my taste right now.

"And where's Mom?"

"MOMMY WENT TO WORK EARLY THIS MORNING, SHE HAD AN EM-ER-GEN-CY." 

"Jules, talk slowly and don't scream. Now, who gave you the food?"

"No-one, I found the secret bag where you guys put all the candy," she grinned with mischief. I groaned, she was never supposed to find that. My dear older sister was supposed to be taking care of her.

"Skye?" 

No answer, nothing could be heard but rapid tapping on a screen and the breathing of a sugar-rushed kid.

"Skye! Look at me or I swear I will throw your phone across the window and feed it to a hungry lion."

"You can't do both, that's just weird," she rolled her eyes at me, placing the phone on the table. I gave her a well-deserved glare.

"Why didn't you watch her? She's all hyper now, you're supposed to drive her to the daycare in less than 20 minutes and I doubt Ms. Yolan will tolerate her in this state," I scolded, wondering how on Earth was she older than me?

"Oh hush, you know the old Yolan loves her more than anyone. B-T-W do something with your hair and put some mascara on; you look worse than Grumpy in the morning," she referred to the Snow White movie. I grimaced, looking down at myself. I actually liked my outfit today; a cropped tee with REBEL written across the chest. And of course, my light blue denim shorts.

"Grumpy is adorable," popped in Julia, smiling. I hugged her close, sticking a tongue out at Skye. Setting the little girl on the ground, I stood up, brushing invisible wrinkles off my jean shorts.

"The truth has been spoken, now I shall go because I'll be late and you know how mad Walters-"

I stopped, cold truth splashing over me. 

Today was my first day delivering mail with Devilboy.

"God damn it, stupid new kid." I muttered, earning a chuckle from Skye; who stood up, stuffing her phone in the brand new Gucci bag.

"No swearing," said none other than Julia herself, folding her arms. It was at times like this where I noticed the resemblance she and Mom had. Her eyebrows scrunched up, pouting.

"Sorry."

Skylar walked over and pulled me in a tight hug. I patted her back, slightly confused. We never had sentimental moments, and I was pretty sure she just wanted to tell me something without Julia listening.

"I heard he's a hottie, go get him." she whispered in my ear, pulling back and winking.

"No-just no, he's despicable."

"What does des-pica mean?" questionned a small voice. Skye knelt down to her level, and squeezed her cheeks together.

"Des-pica-ble is when you like someone but you just don't know it yet," she explained, making me clench my fists at the false meaning. Julia's face, on the other hand, brightened up.

"Oh! So when you despica someone; you love them?"

Skye nodded at the same time as I frantically shook my head. But, as usual, I was ignored.

"I despica you, Skye! I despica Zoey!" exclaimed the little girl, rushing to hug both of us; or rather hugging my legs.

This brought a small smile upon my lips, but my hatred for Skye at the moment was incredible. 

 "And I despica you more than anything Skye," I said, giving her the fake-est smile that could ever be made. She returned it, taking Julia in her arms and heading out the door

"I return those feelings. Bye Zoey, have fuuuuuun," she finished in a singsong voice, leaving the door open. A fresh breeze of air went through the door and brushed by my face and neck, making me feel immediately better.

Sighing, I put my own phone in my pocket , a new iPhone 4 may I add in, and closed my eyes.

Promise that you'll stay calm, polite and kind no matter what. Be nice, and forget about your first encounter with him.

"Okay, let's do this," I mumbled, closing the door and locking it. I put the headphones in my ear, and put The Lazy Song on.

I took the bike, and started pedaling. Humming to myself; I enjoyed the weather. The sun was shining, but as it was early morning, there was still a cold hum in the air. Summer in Silvercrest was always excruciatingly hot; but its mornings were the best.

I stopped in front of his house, glancing at my watch. Half an hour had passed by since that oh-so eventful breakfast; he was supposed to be ready now. According to Walters, the devil had gotten every piece of necessary information about mail delivering. Including the rule about being ready at 7:30, because we needed to go pick up the mail from the small cottage where we picked up the mail.

I leaned against a big oak tree on his lawn and waited.

7:45

And waited.

8:00

And waited.

"Stupid idiot not respecting the freakin' rules," I grumbled under my breath, stomping my feet on the pavement. I made my way to the front door, and knocked roughly three times.

The door opened a few moments later to reveal a perfectly dressed Devil; grinning with a cup of steaming Tim Hortons' French vanilla in his hands. 

"Good morning partner, would you like to join me for some coffee?" He said in the same sickly sweet tone he'd used days earlier with me. My mouth watered for the coffee; so I grasped it from him and took a small sip. A smile appeared on my face upon seeing his bewildered expression and upon taking a sip from the heavenly drink.

"Give my coffee ba-" And he suddenly just froze, smirked; leaning against the door.

"What?" 

"Do you realize that my lips have been on that?"

I felt my face form a grimace and  silently handed him the cup. 

"That's what I thought," he mumbled.

"Didn't anyone tell you that you were supposed to be out at 7:30?!" I exclaimed, as he continued on taking small sips from his coffee while making direct eye contact.

"Yeah, but I've never really been a punctual person." He shrugged, eyes twinkling. I really liked the way he spoke, his accent was actually quite interesting but I would never admit that of course. 

 "Well we're going to be late! We gotta pick up the mail from the little house station; and start delivering it." I unconsciously grabbed his arm and started tugging him out of the house.

Or rather tried.

And failed miserably.

He was like this huge elephant who refused to move, and I was the mighty mouse who could not even make him budge. 

"WHAT DO YOU EAT FOR BREAKFAST, STEROIDS?" I exclaimed, grunting. He just chuckled, still drinking his coffee with the other hand.

I let go, and took a deep breath; thinking of something that made me furious. Surprising him, I pulled on his arm hard. 

On one hand, he moved. But only from the upper body.

What happened next was a blur. His eyes widened, and I tugged harder, making him lose balance.  I let out a shriek as the hand holding the cup of coffee was empty, and the cup fell on me.  

And so did he.

In résumé, steaming coffee was covering my shirt and shorts and Nico was hovering over me, his hands on the ground, supporting his body from crashing on mine.

Only one thought struck out in my mind at the moment.

I did not despica Fate at all for signing me up to this.