When Devils Smile

Seven

That is such a Levi song ^^^^

I wake up in a daze, my head pounding and I almost throw up instantly. I take a second before composing myself then I reach for my phone, seeing that it's off so I throw it to the floor.

I hear a meow and my brows furrow, glancing down I spot Lola on the couch curled up next to me. "Hello" I say and she meows again while purring when I stroke her.

"She likes you" I nearly jump when I hear a voice speaks besides me. I look up to see Devon then I glance back at Lola who yawns, "you should take her back, she clearly misses you." I snort.

"You're not getting rid of her that easily" I say and throw the cover off of me which lands on the floor. I scoop the kitten up and hold her to my chest, she instantly falls asleep and I stare at her for a second before putting her on the floor. I glance up at Devon who raises a brow at me.

He shakes his head, "I don't even know why I'm keeping her" I raise my arms above my head and see his eyes move toward my torso where my shirt lifted up slightly.

"Because I didn't give her to you, if you got rid of her Issy won't be too pleased" I smile smugly and he watches me for a second before clapping loudly. My head pounds at that and I groan, "twat" I say and he shrugs with a smirk.

"I let you sleep on the couch, could be more appreciative" I glance at the sofa and crack my back as I stretch.

"Hm, could have let me sleep in Issy's room" he raises a brow at that and I tilt my head at him, "or yours" I smile and he coughs awkwardly. He then shakes his head and turns around, heading to the kitchen. I follow him and he makes coffee.

"Tea" I say and he turns to me with a brow raised.

"Who says you're staying?"

"Isn't it only polite to offer your guest a beverage?" I retort and he scoffs.

"Not after that 'guest' got me beat up by a random man, thanks for that by the way" I salute to him and make a clicking sound with my tounge. Then I drop down in a chair at the island and touch my brow.

"At least you got your revenge" I say touching my split in half brow, he looks guilty for a second and I squint my eyes at him. I'm guessing he doesn't like violence, maybe lots of violence happened to him as a kid or he witnessed it. I'm usually good at reading people.

"Sorry about that, I know I shouldn't say sorry but I feel bad. I'm not one for violence" hm, there's more. I give him a look to continue, "I used to get bullied quite a bit as a kid, beaten up constantly." Bingo, I'm always right. "I don't like laying a finger on anyone after what I went through but I guess you bring out the worst in people." He sighs and hands me a cup.

I sip on it and don't react to when it burns my tounge, it's a nice feeling. He shakes his head and sits at the table instead of the island, facing me. "I don't even know why I'm telling you this, forget it" I shrug and trace the marble table.

"You open up too easily" I say and he looks up to me, I shrug. "You were bullied as a kid so you didn't have many friends I'm guessing, I bet you felt so alone." I see his jaw tick as he stares down at his cup of coffee, "so now you'll open up to anyone who's willing to listen. And I bet you're trying to connect with me on some emotional level" I give him a look and he closes his eyes.

"You're trying to connect with me because you feel bad, right? That I'm like this, that I feel alone in the world because you felt like that once to, you know what it's like" he looks at me. "But guess what" he starts biting at his lips and I smile.

"I don't need your pity, and I don't need a friend. You may hate being alone in the world but I don't, you may have friends and a life now but you're still a bullied kid trying to reach out and fit in. And I think that that's pathetic" I laugh, "that you're trying to get me to feel bad for the things I've done but I don't, and I never will." I drink the last bit of my tea and get up.