The Devil And Me

Chapter 1: The Train

A/N: Ok, first of all, I'm sorry. I had to start writing his book!!! I never wanted to do two books at once but twice the ideas for this book just kept flooding in!! I probably won't update this book as much as Torn To Bits, but I will try to update it.

"And that concludes our college fair today. Please exit the premises and head home. Thank you for coming."

I look up from the booth. Great. There are so many colleges to choose from! How will I ever live?!?

"Addison!!! Addison!!! In need to tell you something!!" My friend Ally comes rushing over with papers flying everywhere. "My mom...she said I have to come pick her up because her car stopped, again. And...well...my car only has two seats and you don't have a car soooo-"

"I get it. You have to leave your mom stranded for a while so you can drive me home." I joke."It's fine; I'll just take the train."

She gives me a big bear hug."Thanks. You're the best." She rushes off to start her car. Well, I guess on the train I can start answering some questions for the college applications.

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As I head to the train stop, I go over algebra in my head for the SAT's. I here sirens in the distance. Can a girl just recite her algebra formulas in peace without being interrupted by a loud (slightly annoying) police siren? I jog down to the ticket booth and get a ticket when a teenager, maybe about two years older than me smacks right into me with police a few yards behind him.

"So sorry!" He says, and ducks behind a wall. Great. Now the police are going to probably-

"Miss, did you see where that boy that ran into you went? He's been seen shoplifting." One of the officers ask. My heart stops. Before he finds me hesitating, I answer."Um, I think he went that way." I say, pointing in the complete opposite direction than he actually went.

"Thank you, ma'm." The officer says, and they head in that direction. I can feel the teenagers eyes on me and before he can come out and thank me, I hustle to the train stop.

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How old are you?

I'll be 18 in May.

What do you look like? Honestly, what are they going to do with that? Enter us  in a beauty contest?

I have natural brown hair that fades into blonde at the bottom. I have light skin and hazel eyes. There. That should be good enough. As I sit and work on this college application, I worry what might happen if the officers realize that I was lying. What if they already knew? Like, they had a lie detector already hooked up to me, and once they caught that boy they would come back for me? I'm already gnawing on my fingernails. I spit one out.

"Charming." I hear behind me. I turn around. There, is the teenager that was getting chased by a police."It's not like I can even be talking." He says, showing me his fingernails, bitten down raw."I guess when you're a criminal, you have to have something to do while you hide."

"Ya, about that," I say, scooting away from him,"I don't think I should be talking to you."

"Yes." He says, murmuring into my ear, sliding his hand under mine."But you saved me from those cops back there. I think I owe you something." He says, sliding his hands up my body. I almost relax, but my reflexes don't let me. I jerk my elbow back, it landing on his nose. Hard. Just then, my train pulls in. Saved. I rush inside, taking a seat in the back. Yikes. Just then he jogs in. Oh no.

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His head turns in my direction and he starts heading to the back. Figures. I turn away.

"Hey...don't I know you??" I hear him say behind me.

"I don't think so. I think you might be mistaken." I mumble. I hear him laugh behind me a take a seat next to me.

"I always sit here in the back of the train. It's peaceful." He says, looking out into the train tunnel."Allen." He says, holding out his hand.

"Addison." I say, shaking his hand.

"Look at that; our names rhyme." He says, astonished.

"They do not rhyme." I laugh."They just begin with the same letter."

"My mistake." He says."Another reason I sit back here; great acoustics. You could have a concert back here." He says, pulling out a guitar case from behind him.

"Really?! I never knew that!" I exclaim.

"Nah, I'm just kidding. I just always wanted to say something like that to a pretty girl." He says, smirking at me.

I blush. Why did I blush? I turn away and see his face fall."Anyway, I probably shouldn't be talking to you. You're a villain. And villains normally hurt people." I say.

I can almost feel tears in his eyes."Why'd you do that?" He asks.

"Do what?" I reply.

"Have a conversation with me, then, kinda ditch me out?" He says.

"Because you're a criminal." I say.

"You know," he says, as the train comes to a stop,"villains are mostly just people villainized by circumstance."

"Then how did you become a villain, Mr. Allen." I ask.

"That," he says,"will come another day." He then gets up, grabs his things and starts heading off the train. I stare at him in astonishment. Just then I get up, scribble my number down on a slip of papers and run to catch up with him.

"Wait!" I say, rushing up to him. I hand him the slip of paper as he looks me in the eyes."Maybe that other day can come soon." I turn and head in the other direction."Oh wait, I go this way." I say as I head past him. I can feel his smile behind me.