Devil in Disguise

Chapter Nine

                                                       Alice POV

            Looking for a car wasn’t as hard as I thought it’d be. You just ask the manager to show you all the latest sports cars and bam! You’ve got yourself a great ride.

            I knew Devin would freak. I just didn’t expect him to drop everything and run over to hug the car. I most especially didn’t expect him to start whispering sweet nothings to it. It was probably the most awkward moment in my life. It didn’t help that people walking by gave him looks. The fact that I was even in a five feet radius of him didn’t help my social status here.

            One of the guys walking by came over to me and stared at Devin with an astounded look. “Hey, is your boyfriend okay?”

            I almost blurted out that Devin was not in any way my boyfriend, but I decided that there would be too much explaining involved, and now was not the time to explain my whole life story to a stranger. “Yeah, he’s fine,” I replied smoothly. “He just got his dream car. It’s bound to drive anyone insane.”

            The guy (who happened to be quite attractive, by the way) laughed, “You know I’ve never seen anyone hug a car like that,” he nodded toward Devin. Devin looked like he was in the presence of God; his eyes were wide with his eyebrows knit together.

            I shrugged, miffed by the guy’s judging looks, “I like emotional guys. It’s kind of a thing of mine.”

            The guy smirked at me while taking out a piece of paper and writing on it. “Well, when you decide that insanity isn’t enough for you, give me a call.”

            What a sly dog. He knew I had a boyfriend, one that happened to be standing right there. Can you say homewrecker?

            “Sure.” I took the paper anyway, giving the guy a smile and wave while tucking the paper in my pocket.

            I turned around to see Devin watching me. “Whoa! Where did you come from?”

            “Who is that guy?” he asked seriously, ignoring my question.

            “Just some douchebag who doesn’t understand what ‘taken’ means,” I replied taking out the paper. “His name is Kyle, apparently.”

            He took the paper from me and crumpled it up. “Well, guess Kyle’s out of luck.”

            I crossed my arms. “What if I actually wanted to take him up on his offer?”

            “And risk the chance of getting an STD? Somehow, I just don’t think that’s like you, Alice.”

            “Why would you think he’s that type?”

            “He may as well have written ‘ slut’ on his forehead. Plus,” he said, pointing toward something, “that kind of gives it away, too.”

            Kyle was talking to girl, and even from here you could see him discreetly taking out a piece of paper from his back pocket.

            “Wow,” I said as calmly as I could. On the inside, however, I deflated a little. Even if I wasn’t planning on taking him up on his offer, it would’ve felt nice to know I wasn’t that replaceable.

            “Believe me now?” Devin said cockily.         

            I couldn’t argue; he was right. “You have a point, I guess.”