When Devils Smile

Eighteen

It was a few days later, guilt had plauged my every opening. Haunting me and filling me whole, which was odd because I never let it before. Hanging out with Devon has changed me- for the worse or better, I haven't decided yet. But he's poisoned my mind with sincerity and his kindness.

I've never felt like this before, which is what annoys me. Devon wormed his way into my life and changed me irrevocably, I never wanted this. That's why I don't get close to people, but my head has been shouting at me all day, get a grip and message Devon. Say you're sorry!

But I can't.

I won't.

That is not who I am.

Yes, maybe I shouldn't have lashed out at him and shouted. It wasn't right and that's what I have been feeling guilty over, that I was the one to make the first move. I kissed Devon then I pushed him away, like I always do. I keep pushing and pushing until they fall.

Until they've had enough.

But Devon knows me now, he truly knows me. He knows my darkest secrets- ones I've never spilt. He's seen right through me as though i'm nothing but a ghost of my past, my eyes cursed with memories.

I shake my head of these thoughts, instead I look to the time and realise I'm late for work. It's dark outside and I grab my bike and start to peddle, feeling the wind blast in my face and the songs screaming at me through my headphones.

When I get to work I avoid the boss and get straight into work, as though I've been here the whole twenty minutes that I've missed. Ivy isn't here, I think she's spending time with Skylar, they are together now. Properly together.

It's annoying when I'm home and they are both there, they're so loud and so into each other. I shiver just thinking about it.

Halfway through my shift I feel eyes on me and I look up to see my new coworker. I try not to roll my eyes at that, he's so irritating. Always staring at me everytime we're on the same shifts, he smirks and I raise a brow at his pearly white teeth.

Like I said he's irritating, but definitely irritatingly hot.

He seems like a bad choice, he has a cocky attitude and I feel like we'd challenge each other. In the most terrible ways, I feel my cheeks tint at that. Watching his hands work away at the glasses as he dries them carefully.

He's devilishly handsome, he's the only way that I can erase Devon.

After the shift ends I brush past him, my coworker. I put my hand on his arm, "excuse me" I say innocently and he moves out of the way for me with glazed over eyes. I smile up to him and walk into the staff room, unbuttoning my shirt's neck.

I wait a minute or two before he finally steps through the doors, I read his name tag. Zack, Zack, Zack. I repeat in my head.

"Hey you, going so soon?" He questions to me and I tilt my head to the side with a questioning grin. "The night's still young" he steps closer with a smirk and I have to cock my head up, to look into his deep eyes.

"What idea are you thinking of?" I begin and step closer to him, feeling his breath fanning against my cheek. "For us to do that is?" I glance him up and down and he lets out a chuckle. His dark midnight hair falling against his face. His smirk widens and he takes my hand, leading me out of the room back into the club.

The songs pierce my ears as he quickly sneaks two glasses of vodka from the bar before making his way to the dance floor. I laugh at that, knowing I do it all the time.

He gives me my drink and I down it, he raises his brows impressed and cracks a cheeky grin. Drowning his own drink, the colourful lights flash in my face and I let myself go, I let myself stop thinking.