5. Evil

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Ester crossed her arms over her chest again. Devon didn't respond as the GPS told him they've reached their destination. When he looked outside, he saw an apartment complex and was rather surprised she lived in a place like that.

He always thought his sister only taught rich people or at least people that had enough money. This place didn't look very expensive. In fact, it looked rather filthy with graffiti on the walls and a glass door with broken glass.

"You live here?" He turned towards the woman who had yet to stop sniffling. He didn't even drive that fast, he thought. And she called him a little baby earlier. Now she was acting like the baby.

Ester didn't answer when she snatched her purse away from him and finally went to exit the car. But Devon locked the doors and narrowed his eyes at her. Who did she think she was?
"I'm talking to you."

"Yes, I live here. Or wait, no. I just let you drive me all the way here and told you this address for fun." Ester scoffed sarcastically and Devon felt his lips twitch. Feisty, he thought.
"A simple 'thank you, Devon' would've been enough." He was teasing, she had to realize. But she didn't.

"Are you bloody serious?! Let me out! I never asked you to drive me." She yelled at him, banging her fists against her side of the car.
"Stop it, or you'll pay for the damage you're about to make. And this is a Bentley, love." He said.

Did he really just call her love? Why was he even teasing her? Was he not angry a few hours ago? But this girl just seemed to distract him and he wasn't mad at it, he thought.

"Then let me out!" Thank God she didn't notice his nickname. But when he looked at her, he saw she looked really riled up. All that because of a little bit of speeding? Devon had the strong urge to ask her if she was okay. But he didn't give in to that stupid urge as he unlocked the car.

"Don't forget your purse." He said when she was about to step out without the purse that she placed between them.

Ester bit her lip from snapping at him and finally exited his car. Devon watched the girl walk away from him and waited until she disappeared behind the door with the broken glass. He wondered how long it would take for the glass to fall out of its frame and hurt somebody. Or more specifically, hurt her.

But he shook his head away from that thought. He didn't care for her, he didn't even know her name. Obviously Esra wasn't it and he already forgot the other name he called her. Whatever, Devon started the engine again and pulled out of her street.

Why would he even care? He was not planning on becoming her friend. Obviously, that train already left the station. Besides that, Sierra would think he'd actually have a reason to come to her lessons and would never let him leave again.

He should be lucky she only told him to be in her lessons for three weeks. He was already a week in and there was no way he'd ever come back. Stupid bet.

But who would've thought his mother would ever marry again? Especially that old prick. Not him, that's for sure. Devon also thought Sierra was cheating. She must've known for sure that they were going to marry or she would've never accepted the bet.

Man, what would he give to see her face once she saw the pile of dirty clothes in the bathroom. He'd saved months worth of dirty laundry for her to wash after she'd loose the bet. But oh well. Stupid Sierra.

Maybe if he would've been allowed to bring his friend Mason, he wouldn't have to be this angry whenever the lesson started. Who knew, maybe he would've found liking in ballroom. But not like this. With nobody to talk to and have fun with.

He was sure his sister only forced him to be there so he could feel uncomfortable. She knew how he acted towards their society. Especially such a big crowd of them...

But Devon found himself thinking about the girl again. Maybe he'd find enjoyment in attending dance class now. She did manage to distract him and he found her behaviour quite amusing at times.

Devon grinned as his mind wondered off, thinking about all the things he could do to her in order to rile her up.

Oh yes, as long as she came back he'd have his fun.

A/N: First thoughts about Devon?

He's charming, isn't he?

Haha, xoxo.

Haha, xoxo

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