A Deal with the Devil (Completed)

4. Can I borrow a kiss? I promise I'll return it later.

Dedication - @Miss__direction , Thanks for supporting!

Simone - Isla Fisher.

Chapter 4.

Can I borrow a kiss? I promise I'll return it later.

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"I think I need a new pack of earbuds or maybe even a hearing aid. My hearing seems to be in defect." Simone muttered, rubbing both her ears.

I rolled my eyes, slapping her shoulder. "There's nothing wrong with your ears. You heard right."

"So you are dating Colton Hastings? Wow! Never thought I'd see this day." She muttered, lifting her eyebrows in surprise.

"I never thought that too." I grumbled, looking at my new fake boyfriend as he strolled into the school with his two best friends hanging on both his sides like they were his very own sexy minions.

"And how did this even happen?" Simone inquired, licking her finger that was smeared with Nutella.

I wrinkled my nose in disgust. "How did you even get that on your finger? And stop licking it, you're giving the guys a signal."

She rolled her eyes, wiping off the finger on her hanky. "I have started to carry a small jar of Nutella. Helps controlling my mood swings you know?"

"You don't get many mood swings." I reminded her, looking in her skirt pocket and found a plastic bag half full of Nutella. "Just hope it doesn't get a hole. Everyone will have fun watching you explain why brown liquid stuff is coming from under the skirt."

"Eww that won't happen. Don't get your hopes up." She assured, putting her arm over my shoulders. "So about this boyfriend thingy? I want the details and by details, I mean each and every one, even the distance between you two when he asked you out. Oh and when I am talking on the phone don't you leave me on hold. Don't ever do that again Racheal Amy Smith. I hate it."

I exhaled heavily looking upwards. "Don't call my full name again. I have heard enough of it yesterday."

"Why? Never mind. So I stayed on the line." She continued, sauntering through the hallways to our next class, occasionally looking back at familiar faces who smiled at me and making me smile too. Ugh socialization! "And then I hear you curse and I want to know why but my mother-"

"Is it just me or everyone is actually staring at me?" I gulped, looking as students passed by us, staring and pointing fingers and speaking in not so hushed tones.

"Don't cut me off like that." She complained, looking around with me. "You're dating Colton Hastings what else do you expect? He's like the Channing Tatum of our school, hot, loved by all and always on the 'I-want-to-fuck-him' list. Now that he's taken. I'm surprised why they haven't tried to kill you yet."

I stared at my best friend incredulously. "Whose side are you on? Mine or theirs?"

"I pick no sides. Amen." She whispered with innocent eyes, doing the cross sign.

I scowled at her, slapping her arm off me. "Back stabber. Get away from me."

She laughed, putting her arm back on my shoulder. "I love you too. Now don't interrupt."

I nodded, giving her a thumbs up.

"Okay so mom called me to do the laundry, I swear I am starting to regret changing clothes so often, I am the one who has to wash them now. But that is why I had to cut the call. Then I expected you to call back and you didn't so I thought 'gah, leave it, her loss' and I slept. The next morning I enter school and hear, Racheal Smith, my best friend is dating Colton Hastings, my um no-one." She shrugged. "You know how embarrassing it was to tell them it was all a lie only to know it wasn't."