The Devil - Rewritten

Chapter Five

CHAPTER FIVE: HELL-FIRE

The devil is an optimist if he thinks he can make people worse than they are. 
-Karl Kraus

The Devil was mad at Emma Carter and she didn't understand why, not at all.

After the party, the next time Emma saw Xavier, he was sitting at their desk but this time when she walked in, he grabbed his bag and stomped out of the room, ultramarine blue eyes blazing with anger.

She didn't know why, but seeing that as her skin remembered his warm lips over her body made her flinch. His skin felt like hell fire and now he acted the part.

The Wolf boy didn't come to school the next day, which only made Emma question everything more. When she saw him next he was scowling while shifting through his locker three days later and before she could even do anything, the Devil glanced down at her, scoffed and said, "I regret it."

Which, honestly, took her by surprise.

"Aren't you used to sleeping around?" She managed to ask, voice tight.

Xavier sends her a small glare. "Not with girls like you."

With that, he turns on his heel and stomps his way out the school doors, right past a security officer who didn't bother to stop him and sighed as they passed him.

"Hey!" Emma snaps, scrambling after him, but has to run to even get close. "What the fuck does that mean? Xavier-"

"Will you fucking stop?" He snaps, throwing his backpack in the back of Cal's car before slamming the door, brushing past the heavily confused Emma to make his way over to his motorcycle.

She had no clue what she did wrong, why he regretted it. It was just a hookup—and they weren't even friends, or at least, not good enough friends to make it this overwhelmingly awkward.

Emma huffed, following him still, more than aware that at this point, he wasn't going to hurt her. "Why are you making a big deal about this? It was just sex."

The Wolf boy growls at her, sending her an ultramarine-tinted glare. "You seriously have no fucking clue, do you?" Then, he lets out a cruel laugh. "That's fucking great."

He climbed off his bike, towering over her and it made Emma step back, only for her back to hit Cal's car and trap her. Xavier's hands almost roughly pull Emma's backpack from her, dropping it to the ground to press a thumb against the crook of her neck, over a sensitive bite mark that still hadn't healed.

"You want to know why I'm mad about this?"

She can only nod, pearl-grey eyes wide. Emma could see the anger behind his eyes, the snarl on his lips all too upset every time he had to look at her. It didn't make sense to her at all, and the Devil was the only one who could change that.

"It's because it didn't feel like a fucking drunk hook up at some stupid party," Xavier's voice is a rough growl, hands coming down to press against the car on either side of her head, leaning into her. "That felt like we cared. It felt like making love, not just having sex."

It felt like making love.

Emma... didn't know what to say. 

She was still confused. Confused because she didn't know why she couldn't argue against that, confused because she still didn't know why that made him mad, confused why he avoided her, confused why he couldn't just say that in the first place.

"And you don't understand that, that's why I'm mad." He finished explaining, pushing himself away from her. "I don't want to—I can't be around you, not until I get this stupid thought out of my head."