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Hi guys I promised I would update it today so here it is! :) ENJOY it took forever to think of.!!! :D

Oh and that spoiler was for next chapter! Just to let you know.

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 Underneath the Demons Skin

Grilled or Broiled? Take your pick,

Chapter four

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"What's your problem?" The Ash Mauve guy ask's me, I glare at him.

"You."

"Me? What did I do?" He defends himself

"You brought me here, to your bedroom it's weird and wrong and creepy and you remind me of a rapist... is your name Tiny?" I ask him turning my head, he glares at me. 

"You. Think. I. Want. You?" He exclaims

"Wow you got a sentence out there...well excluding all those endings." I clap my hands in mock enthusuasm. 

"Shut up you. I was helping you, you know?" he stated glarring at me.

"How so?" I asked

"Well I saved your butt from missing the train and being raped by some crazy creep while you slept and I even helped you onto the train and let you lean on me when I didn't even know who YOU were. And then I took you home with me instead of leaving you on the train TO be raped by TINY!" He exclaims glaring at me.

"Oh...well...um...thanks..I guess." I muttered.

"Yeah thanks is right I saved your virgin butt back there." 

"VIRGIN! What makes you think that?" I exclaim.

"Um...how bout the way you are so paranoid being in the same bed with me and how you got this innocent arouma about you." 

I chew on my bottom lip...well at least no one knows anything here." I thought to myself as I stood up off the bed.

"What did I assume wrong I mean I've never been  wrong before but theres always a first for everything." He shrugs not thinking any thing more about it.

I didn't need to say anything he hardly knows me and I don't plan to become best buds with him at school, so I just shrug it off and lean against the door. 

"Umm...does your silence mean yes?" He asks after a while. 

I shake my head, what was he saying again? 

"Are you coming to the party or not?" He ask's again, I knit my brows together, what party was he talking about. 

"Come on it's starting in two hours and I need to get ready so are you coming with me or going home?" He ask's I chew on my lip for a while deep in contemplation. 

"What sort of party?" I asked

"Regular stuff like in America just with a funnier ascent." He joked, I glared at him, 

"Australian acturally." I jestered my hand down my body.

"Hmm...same thing." He stated looking me up and down, disgusting mother fudger.

"No I'm not going, I don't do drugs...or parties for that matter.

"Who said anything about drugs?" Ryan asked cocking his head at me.

"You said the usual stuff and the usual stuff is a party with a bunch of sluts and hoes, and drugs, and beer, oh and a few strippers if it's huge."

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