The Angel's Devil

Chapter 1

                                                                                                Lily

I glance down. The darkness I see has me panicking.

My chest tightened as I lost my breath, it violently being robbed from as I try to remove the water that's burning my lungs.

The current pulls me far from the shore, struggling to keep my head above the layer of water.

Now would've been the perfect time to ask for help. But, alas, the water clears enough for me to see a flash of red and hope fills my chest as I wonder if help is coming already. Then I'm back under, the faint cries of the girls from the beach suffocating with me.

As strange as this may be, this has happened a few times, and yet I don't know which way is up or down. Especially as my mind is quite literally drowning.

I can't find the sweet oxygen I so need right now. The ocean's determination to kill me, and not for the first time, strikes me as weird. But then again, I'm friends with the Devil, so let's put weird things into perspective.

The lifeguards dive into the wall of water; a tower of sheer, unlimited power that crashes over them. I can't see anything.

Flashes of red, dart left, right and centre. Darkness overtakes me, never letting me see anything other than short bursts of light. A short spurt of hope that fills my chest, taken away so roughly that it sends me spiralling even deeper into the never ending water.

A sharp pain twists my wrist but I don't fight it, just praying it's one of the lifeguards and not seaweed keeping me in place. The firm grip restrains me but I feel myself relax slightly as the shrieks of the girls - or maybe they were seagulls? - are louder than before, meaning we must've broken the surface and I'm safe.

                                                                                      Sebastian

'So Sebastian, has anyone caught your eye yet?' Charlie, my best friend of five years, asks. It's not an unusual question considering it's Charlie, but it's definitely annoying. What's even more annoying, is the fact I've spent five hours in the sun, the sand burning my feet, as we patrol. We've had girls flaunting their bodies, seagulls screeching, and Charlie has been non-stop talking since we got here.

'Same answer as always, Charlie.' He's been asking me for weeks if there's a girl, but there's been no one of interest to me.

I'm not the most popular quarterback player, the other guy is; all the girls love him. I turn down every girl that asks me out - he doesn't. I've never been interested in popularity so it's not a massive deal; it just means I get a lot of questions from the other boys on the team as to why I have no girl. Nearly all of them have a girlfriend, majority of them are great girls, the whole team gets on well with them.

'You need to find someone, Sebastian. What about Sofia? She's been interested in you for months now!' Charlie mentions this every time we have this conversation. I could probably recite it by heart.

I can't stand Sofia, she's everywhere I turn and is always trying to pair up with me in lessons. I've tried telling her I'm not interested but she just won't take no for an answer.

'I'm aware. She left chocolates in my locker last week with a note saying 'because you're so sweet'.' I groaned inwardly, a shiver coursing through my body.

Charlie is laughing, clutching his stomach as he falls over from laughing too much. His shoulders shake as he finds my ever so torturous situation hilarious. I honestly don't blame him though, I just want this to be over with.