DEVIL IN DISGUISE

A/N: Hi everyone! I have been super occupied with exams but I still found some time to write, tho it's more close to a filler, I had a lot of fun, I still hope u enjoy this one, if so, don't forget to vote and to comment ❤️ (unedited)

BRENDAN'S POV

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SHAKING, the floor where my feet lay is practically on the verge of cracking beneath me, the crazy amount of bodies that have  made contact with mine inside this suffocating too tied circle of desperate, hungry vessels searching for anything to keep their organisms continuously estimulated, on the verge, and their head's high.

I'm in the middle of a crowd full of people who keep raising their glasses of alcohol to the idiot who's playing some sort of wacky hip hop song. I'm pretty sure I would be facing some acquaintances of mine if it wasn't for my despicable urge not to share a glance in their way.

Keeping my head down, my tracks low, I'm remembered constantly I'm not supposed to be here. She was the one mentioning this place, then my stupid, lame ass purposed the ride, but I surely wasn't expecting to be dragged to a mediocre disco bar risking myself from being recognized not to mention I keep being pulled into these awkward situations.

Was her idea all along to have a mouth to mouth encounter with such a dick face? Even for blackmail, this screams low to me. Yet I can't argue the point she may have done the right thing, knowing Travis hasn't seen her for years he wouldn't trust her if it wasn't for something related to his sexual pleasures.

It's a nice way to get him to start talking, let's just say that.

Whatever she's up to or what her plan may be, I really don't like not being the one with control. Besides, Evren's far too unpredictable, temperamental and impulsive. I rather risk myself and say she's somewhat close to being mental, highly imprudent or just extremely reckless, one of those. Which that alone makes her persona doubtful, and I'm not really allowing myself fall into a trap so soon.

My eyes flick to the main entrance for a while, finally being able to notice by the long white legs and black boots, her presence leaving the place. Shit, I need to get back to my car. I hold my hoodie against my cheek and cautiously examine if Travis's anywhere near. Sensing he's not, I bring myself back to where I was before being tossed into the crowd, regretting it as soon as I did it.

On the road, outside, I find myself almost being caught up by him, if it wasn't for Maddox who immediately reacted by pulling her face close to his ear.

"What are you fucking doing?" She mouthed to me quite clearly, alerted. Right, what a wasted dumb idea to even enter the building the first place, I can't be responsible for fucking things up.

I walk as fast as I can back to my car without being too obvious I'm running away from being recognized. Fuck, the weakness I have to be dominating over things almost had us completely exposed.

I gulp hard, the bitter feeling of unsatisfactory creeping me, once I sit on the dark driver seat. I haven't turn on the engine though, my eyeballs mirror on the two figures on the other side of the road.

I keep looking at a girl with long chocolate hair touching just beneath her waistline, a pair of silky tight shorts hugging her promiscuous legs, and a mid-open jacket revealing just enough, although little fragment of skin over her torso. Her posture is predominant, as well as her predictable confidence.

The way she works with her cat foxy eyes showing a conquering sympathy and a rather impressive talent of cunning slyness. She knows what she wants - without a doubt, she's getting it. I wonder, silently, how many more people has she manage to shape into her will that easily.

I watch as she stumbles further against his body, probably by mistake, and then quickly pulls herself back together, quirky fixing her hair, but still managing to sound authentically apologetic. Walker probably hasn't got a clue he's dealing with such devil in disguise, I do, and I'm finally able to see her true nature for the first time.

The tall muscular, worny guy with tanned skin, retrieves his hand as he grabs a portion of her brown hair, and utters something to her ear. He shows off his awful smirk when he does this, before leaving her alone in the street. Unresponsive, she waits though, patiently, for his disappearance through the road.

A minute goes by before Evren locks eyes with my unmoving car, sensing her approach, I turn my head to the opposite side.

"What was that for?" She bluntly asks, outside, her arms resting on the door beneath the car window, which is opened, leaving space for her head to enter slightly.

"What exactly?" I respond, knowing damn well what was she referring to.

"You said you'd stay in the car." Audibly sounding bored, but serious, she flicked her fingers while talking.

"I changed my mind. Wanted to see if he was actually there."

"Well, you were going to fuck it up, do you know that? If he saw you-"

"Yeah but he didn't." I answered, rolling my eyes.

"No shit, asshole. Thanks to me." She managed to brag, fully enjoying being the ultimate savior of the day. Ugh, she really does get on my nerves.

"Do you wish me to say thank you is that it?"

Evren battles with me through her bloodshot stormy eyes, convinced she has a reason to be demanding over my actions, and I can feel she has something ready to hit me by the way she is controlling her mouth, although her words are

"My only interest here concerns you too, so at least be careful and don't put it at risk." Lingering her eyes to the unoccupied seat, she completes "Anyway, I got us something."

I was prepared to fight her back with my speech too, but her newly enthusiastic interference got me changing my mind. Cool, now we're fucking talking.

"He might've accidentally confirmed he and Page broke up that night." Boom, like I had suspected, everything pointed to that. "Also, probably not in great terms." Interesting, so he had finally lost his little toy to play around.

"Did he said anything about Josh?"

"No. I honestly think he doesn't mind. He seems more pissed off about her, quote "not being able to understand him", than the whole break up thing."

Understand him? And that's supposed to mean what, exactly? When I entered school for eleventh year in Bricklane High, they were already a thing, not entirely a couple, but very oddly close to one; through the time I'd always believe they had a on-off fling going on, especially because Travis used to grab about having the prettiest high school chick all for himself. Then I grew to understand later his relationships weren't exclusive, he dated other girls and Page definitely knew about them.

Which has me thinking... maybe there was never really a deep, love relationship between the two, perhaps something more close to a connection made upon common interests. After all, they were both attention seekers.

"What are you thinking?" Evren tells me while tapping continuously with her bracelet on the door. I make an effort to look at her, deciding in which way should I tell her that

"I got an idea. Should've started it when I had the chance to." I tell her, nervously grabbing the pack of cigarettes. I retrieve one, needing something to make me relax, before I can be prepared to get back to his room.

My mind is getting erratic again, flashbacks of the vivid blood, wet clothes... the daze in result of too much night pills mixed with alcohol, shining lights, screams...

I shut my brain from reproducing the awful memory I have of the last time I entered Colber's room, as soon as Maddox asks, "Do you mind sharing?"

I look up at her, still processing the situation, even though I pass her the pack almost automatically. Blinking twice, I put both of my hands on the steering wheel, and say to myself: we should begin from the start. Sketching the plant of his house, checking the invitation list, confirming time events, everything. Instead, I've been repressing the trauma over and over again, focusing on lesser important stuff.

But I have to face it, haven't I? I have to face he's gone. Otherwise, how can I be able to remember every detail without getting furious, sad or becoming simply petrified? Or maybe I have to go through it: this is what I deserve, punishment, right?

"So, what idea?" She questions, examining me further.

"I'll tell you later, I-I got another practice tomorrow, I need to rest."

"Fine." I heard her mutter. My hands search stressfully for the lighter that had been inside my back pocket. Not finding it, I curse to myself, at the same moment Evren talks, with a rather natural tone.

"So what about Walker?" A simple question, but enough for me to burst in a second.

"Fuck him. It's not enough." I mean her will to lead him on. "Even if we get further clues from him it will still not be enough."

I watch her through the corner of my eye, feeling her sigh in exasperation, hoping she won't explode this time, before agreeing to me much to my surprise.

"Well I'm trying. It's not like he's going to tell me everything he knows." She stops, toying with her own figures, making me repair on her black long polished nails.

"I'm sure I'll get there with time-" She starts to bumble when a spark of excitement flashes through her eyes but I cut her off, my atitude starting to show off,

"He's a fucking waste of time." I say, getting annoyed pretty quickly. Confirming us he had cut relations between him and Page was already a freaking miracle.

"Look, run after Travis if you want to, but he's not that stupid, especially if he has something to hide."

"If I want to?" My gaze is not on hers anymore, though I can imagine her features becoming tense and enraged. "Have you fucking forgotten we're supposed to be a team of two people here? Or you're just suggesting I'm a slut for throwing myself at a guy I despite, because if you're not recalling, I'm doing us both a favor here."

"I-" I open my mouth to protest, but fail to. "Whatever."

I am being a dick, sure. Who knows, maybe I am judging the book by its cover, maybe I'm just perplexed at how manipulative she can become once I saw her transform into someone else right in front of me. It pisses me the hell off; I can't read, decipher, understand her, nothing. She's an empty hole of invisible puzzles to me. I hate metaphors, I do, but to me she is an enigma. And just like Colber's death, I can't stand enigmas.

Evren gaps, like she isn't surprised at all by my sudden comment. "You know nothing about me, Rhys. Absolutely nothing. Calling me a whore won't change that, nor make you feel more like a fucking man."

As expected, she distances herself from the window right away, visible frustrated. "Oh and by the way, I don't need your fucking ride!" She screams, in the middle of the road, cars passing by next to her.

I'm very irritated by my own lack of wording, and her temperamental reactions, but I can't control my mouth from opening slightly forming a tiny smirk once the confusing image I get from the window is a very teenage- like irresponsible brunette waving the middle finger towards my direction, next to a taxi cab.

Damn right, one very short tempered enigma.

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