So that must be the DEVIL she's talking about.

The guy was busy listening to the music in his ears with his head staring up the night sky and both his feet dipped in the pool water. I ignored him and sat on the ground near the pool without getting my feet wet. It was cold outside and I didn't even know how to swim so I'd rather stay safe by not dipping my feet in it.

Few minutes later, I glanced back at the guy and this time his head was already hanging low, looking at the pool. His hair was parted in the middle like the guy who just stole my bike. Wait... what???

I stared at him for a long while before finally concluding that he really was the thief. I didn't hesitate to walk up towards him after that. "HEY YOU! You think I forgot what you did?"

He didn't answer.

"HEY!" I pulled out the plug in his ear, causing him to turn to my direction. His slanted brows were suddenly creased in the middle. "WHERE'S MY BIKE?"

He stared back at me, before standing up. He removed the other plug on his ear and finally spoke, "Your bike?"

"Yeah. My bike. You stole it." I poked him on the shoulder with my hand.

He turned to me with a fuming look on his face. "I don't like bullying girls so stay away while I'm still being nice."

"Ha! Really! You think I'll just let you get away with what you did?" I said, trying to attack him with a punch.

But he suddenly caught my fist. "You really want to see me mad?"

"Unless you don't answer me, I won't let you get away with it." I threw my other hand at him in an attempt to punch him again, but he caught it so now both my fists were held by him.

"I don't entertain strangers, especially nosy girls like you," he firmly said, then pushed me off, letting me go from his grip.

I wasn't able to balance myself so the next thing I knew, I was stepping back at the edge of the pool and completely falling in it which created a big splash. Remember when I said that I didn't know how to swim? Well, guess what? I wasn't kidding!

I felt my whole body getting dragged down by the current. My feet were finding the ground but all I could feel underneath was nothing but water. "Mmm... Mmm... H-elp!" I tried to yell but all I could hear were bubbles of water coming from my mouth.

I heard muffled voices from aground, but I wasn't even sure if I was still conscious at that time. It was as if any minute I could die there and then. I was in the verge of acceptance about my early death, when suddenly someone dove into the water, grabbing me by the hand.

"Hey! Hey! Wake up!" I could hear someone calling me while shaking my whole body. Someone was trying to resuscitate me and after a few minutes, I was finally able to cough out the water which I probably swallowed.

"Are you alright?" I heard someone asking me.

I slowly open my eyes and saw a tanned guy looking at me. I just nodded at him. "T-thanks," I said, coughing hard.

"Why were you swimming when you don't know how to swim?" He asked me, while wrapping a towel behind me.

"I... wasn't swimming. I fell." I answered, scanning the area for the shadow of that devil, who just pushed me off, but he was no longer in sight.

"That's unfortunate. But it was good I passed by and saw you drowning. I'm Mino by the way." He handed his hand out to me.

I guess I was still lucky that someone found me drowning or else I would be lying in the morgue already. "Chas." I shook his hand. "Thank you again."

"No problem. Are you sure you're alright now? I'll call the medics to send you to the hospital-" I cut him off.

"I'm fine now."

"Okay then. Come on I'll take you to your room." He offered.

****

THE next day, I was awakened by the sound of a whistle coming from outside the room. I had no plans of waking up early so I used my pillow to cover my ears. The whistle continued to disrupt my peaceful sleeping so without opening my eyes, I rose up from bed. I thought this was supposed to be a dating show, not a military camp.

"Aren't you going to change clothes?" Someone suddenly asked me, stopping me from marching towards the door. It was my roommate, Hannah, one of the silent ones.

"Why?"

"They said they will interview us."

I groaned, and walked back to my bed to find some decent clothes in the tiny closet assigned for me. I brushed my hair and tied it up again just to look at least presentable for the camera ('cause my hair is really a mess in the morning, or any time of the day for that matter).

Sighing, I stepped out of the room and descended the stairs. I heard murmurs from the people already gathered in the living room while throwing me odd looks. What is their problem? I scratched the back of my head, and proceeded to the backyard again.

Before I could step out of the back door, someone grabbed me by the hand. "Chas!" I turned beside me and saw Sab smiling. I was relieved to finally see a familiar person inside the house.

"Yeap?"

"Have you heard?"

"Heard what?"

She leaned closer to my ear. "You've been trending last night. I heard from the staff."

I chuckled. "Ha! No way!"

She nodded. "It's true. I heard you've been linked with my brother, a guy named Miguel Noah "Mino" for short and the Devil. 3 guys in one night."

"Tss. Yeah right. By the way, you've heard of him too?"

"Who? Mino?"

"No. The Devil."

She nodded. "Uh-huh. He's good-looking and all, but too bad I heard he's not friendly and approachable."

"Have you also heard about the fact that he pushed me off the pool last night?"

"What??? No!"

"Yes!"

"Okay girls. Enough with the chit-chat. Let's proceed to the interviews." A staff called our attention, cutting our little conversation.

"See you later." Sab waved her hand, while I proceeded to the backyard.

****

"OKAY, your interviews will start in 3... 2... 1..."

I stared back at the huge camera infront of me. What the heck? Why am I doing this again? Oh, right. It's because of my bestfriend.

"Uh... Ms. Gomez, you may start now," one of the staff standing beside the cameraman said, but I just arched a brow at her.

How do I even start this? "Uh... I'm Chastity? Chastity Gomez. Chas for short." I saw the staff gesturing me with her hand. I guess she wanted to tell me to continue my little speech, but heck I don't have anything else to say. "That's all."

"Hobbies? Interests?" The staff said almost in whisper. "Expectations? None?"

"Well... I'm not really expecting anything here since I don't wanna be here in the first place..." Before I could even finish, the staff covered the camera lens with her hands. I grinned in victory.

Yes, that was what I wanted... to get the hell out of here.

I turned to my right and saw the huge swimming pool situated at the backyard. But what really caught my attention was the familiar person sitting at the edge of the pool and who was also being interviewed.

I moved closer to where he was sitting and listened as he introduced himself to the camera. He really loves these kinds of things so he looked natural infront of the camera as opposed to my awkward gaze.

"Hi! I'm Jasper Lee, 18 years old. I love hanging out with people so I hope I'll find my match here." His small and narrow eyes suddenly looked at my direction.

I instantly spaced out when he did that. I wasn't supposed to blush or cringe or whatsoever. The last thing I ever wanted was for him to feel awkward. I knew Jasper for how many years, just like how I knew my bestfriend.

I averted my gaze to the façade of the villa which was enclosed by transparent glass walls just like those seen in movies and reality shows. (Oh right, THIS was a reality show. Silly me!) They really did spend a LOT for this. As I was busy scanning inside, I sensed a pair of eyes throwing a deathly glare right at me.

But, of course. It was the Devil... one of the many reasons why I didn't want to be here.

"Tristan Nam Anderson," he introduced himself coldly, after placing his hands at the back of his head. He's only wearing a plain shirt now, unlike last night wherein he's wearing a designer jacket, so his tattoos were quite visible today. I didn't even know he has one up until now. They weren't that many though. There's one on his left wrist which says, "Stay Gold" and another on his inner forearm (but I'm not sure what it is) which is written perfectly in a horizontal manner.

"What do you expect from this show?" The staff asked him, just like what they asked me.

"I expect this thing to suck." He clucked his tongue out, as if mocking the whole production team.

The staff threw him annoyed looks while standing up and leaving him alone in the couch.

That was the Devil. And the worst was even yet to come.

ooOOoo

A/N: So there, you've finally met the devil again. And let's welcome Mino in the house! Hahaha XD Please wait for the next chaps to come. Hope you keep on reading and supporting this fic. Thank you guys! <3

~stayGOLD