A week had passed since the agreement between you and the devil, a.k.a. Thomas Sangster occurred. And it had only been a week yet you wanted to be run over a car. His overly sweet gestures: kisses on the lips, back hugs, holding your hand-- all of it makes your tummy ache but you knew you had to hold it all.

Just because of a stupid dare.

"Ugh", you grunted, rubbing your face against your palms. Katherine and Nathalie looked at you with an annoyed expression on their faces.

"God, Y/N! Don't be such a wuss. It's not that hard," Katherine said and you could not help but roll your eyes at her.

"Then why don't you do it yourself?" you yelled and walked away from them, out into the back of your school.

You got it. It was a dare to you so you were responsible for it. But why do you have to do IT for them? You weren't the one who got hurt or-

You pulled your head back as someone poked your forehead. Your eyes that automatically shut, opened and you groaned when you saw Thomas smirking down at you.

Punching him on his shoulder, you shouted, "What was that for? You could have just called my name!"

"I did, for ten times at least," he replied, his smirk was replaced by a frown. "Is something the matter?"

You gawked at him. You were actually surprised by the concern painted on his face and it almost melted your heart. Almost.

"Is Your Highness starting to have a heart? Aw! That's cute," you cooed and pinched his cheeks until it turned pink. He swatted your hand away from him before turning at you with a serious glint in his eyes.

He sighed, pulling you to the bleachers that overlooked the whole football field. He pushed you slightly and sat beside you. Not once did his hand left yours, and you started feeling giddy because of it.

The thing you hated most on that one week was the fact that you knew for yourself that you were starting to gain feelings for him. He wasn't exactly what you expected. You thought he was going to be a jerk, not the kind of a fake boyfriend who would actually take you out on dates. He also took you home every after class, and he was the one who took you to school every morning. Never was he late on picking you up, and he always gave you a bouquet of red roses every day.

You were cut off your trance when Thomas waved his hand in front of you. "What's wrong?"

You weren't sure if it was the look on his eyes or his sweet voice. Maybe it was the warmth of his hand against yours, but you've found yourself confiding your dilemmas to the guy you've hated your whole life.

"It's just that, I feel so tired. I'm sick of trying to blend in with the social norms just to fit in. I'm sick of pretending to be some It-girl out of some cliche movies just to stay with my circle of friends. I am so, so, sick of listening to their boy problems and whatnot when they don't even spare me a minute to ask how I am!" Your voice was getting louder with every point you were trying to make that you needed to take a breather before ranting some more. "I'm tired of downgrading myself just for them not to get jealous. I don't even know why I'm doing this. They told me to fall in love with you and I tried to be with you because I wanted to prove that you're not as good as you look but they're giving me a hard time for it. I don't understand. I'm so confused and tired at the same time that I just want to sleep a whole week straight and let everyone be." You paused, and with teary-eyes, stared at the boy who was intently listening to you. "Why can't I just be me?"

His arms went around you and you found yourself crying on his chest. You were not giving a single klunk about his tear-soaked shirt because all you wanted to do was let all the bad feelings out of your system. You were even slightly worried about him making fun of you because of how you were acting, but thanked the heavens since all he did that afternoon was tried to comfort you.

You did not know how long you've been there until you just saw the moon peeking out the clouds when you looked up into the sky.

"Is the dam stable now?" Thomas joked and you couldn't stop yourself from laughing. It felt good to laugh after a long hour of crying your eyes out. And all thanks to the boy in front of you.

You pecked him on the lips which caused the cheeky grin on his face. "Thank you, Tommy."

His face visibly brightened at the mention of your pet name for him. "Tommy, huh? I like it."

You just smiled at each other until he offered to drive you home. You instantly nodded since you found your eyes drooping slowly. He gave you a piggyback ride 'til you reached his car and picked you up bridal style so he could drop you down on the seat.

When he got inside, he picked up your favourite CD and played it the whole way to your house and you were feeling a bit jolly already and tried to sing together with him; ending in chuckles and playful banter on who had the better voice.

He stopped the car in front of your house, and you were hesitant to leave but your brain screamed for you to get out of his car and sleep already. So you grudgingly went out of the car and waved at Thomas who also got out with you.

"So, see you tomorrow then?" you said.

"Yeah, same time," he replied and both of you looked awkwardly at each other.

"I guess I'll be going then," you stated and started to saunter into your house when he grabbed your wrist to stop you.

He pulled you closer to him, your chests almost touching. He leaned in; you could feel his breath against your neck and it sent electricity down your spine. "I won."

It took you a few moments to realize what he was talking about but when it did, you fell down on the ground and Thomas worriedly knelt beside you.

"Are you serious?" you whispered and he nodded, smiling shyly yet sweetly at you.

Overwhelmed with joy, you kissed his lips and he kissed back, turning it in a hot make-out session until you found yourself in your room with no clothes on. You were lying in your back, Thomas hovering above you and before he travelled other parts of your body, he said those three words that erased all your doubts on him.

"I love you."

Two days after

You drove into your school with a giddy smile on your face even though Thomas told you that he wasn't able to pick you up today since he was going to be late. You did not mind, of course, he was busy as well. But who were you to deny that you did not miss the guy when you did not saw him at all yesterday?

After what happened between the two of you, you decided to skip school since you were still tired and stuck in Cloud 9. He offered to stay at home with you but you insisted that he should go to class. So even though yesterday was a bit lonely, you were finally would get to see your boyfriend after being officially together and not just because of some stupid game.

You strolled to your locker and was surprised when you did not see either Nathalie and Katherine, but shrugged the thought away since today was the day you've decided to stop pretending to be friends with them.

Your eyes searched for a certain brunette but did not find him anywhere. You heard the bell so you did not have any other choice but to go to your classes and decided to look for Thomas during your lunch break.

As you were about to turn the corner towards the Math hall, you saw a familiar lanky boy went out from the janitor's closet. You were about call out for him when a redhead girl also came out of it. Both of their hairs were dishevelled, and their clothes were wrinkly all over.

Burning red in anger, you stomped towards the two.

"What is the meaning of this, Tom?" you yelled at the boy and he just raised his eyebrow at you.

"Do you know him, babe?" the girl asked your boyfriend.

You were now seeing red, and before you could even think about what to do, your fist came into contact Thomas' face, and the girl gasped when blood dripped out of his nose.

"Shuck! Why did you do that?" he asked angrily as he tried to stop the bleeding.

"You're a shucking liar! I hate you! I shucking hate you, Thomas!" You were crying as you continued to punch him on the chest. He caught your wrist and tightened his grip as you tried to wiggle it off him. "You lied to me! I thought you love me!"

It took him three words to make your world brighter, but it only took him two words to destroy your world.

"I lose."