The Contract

VI - Jocus

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I opened my eyes, feeling like my body was as heavy as an ocean, when I was startled into the real world by the sharp buzzing of my alarm clock. Forcing my arm up to turn the alarm off, I groaned in irritation. I hated waking up. I sat in bed for a while, dreading going to school and dreading seeing Matt and his cocky little grin.

After five minutes of simply staring at the ceiling, I crawled out of bed and stumbled to the bathroom to shower. I took two towels and set them by the shower before tugging my shirt over my head. Seconds later, a shriek erupted from my throat when I saw that I was, quite suddenly, not alone.

"Lure!" I shrieked, unthinkingly grabbing the closest object—a hairbrush—to chuck at him. He slid out of the way, dodging it, while a grin decorated his lips. His eyes, however, were glued to my chest. He still did not look away when he hauled himself up onto the counter to sit. He swung his legs childishly, flashing me another grin when I covered my chest with my arms. I reached for a towel, but it suddenly shifted out of my reach.

I stared at the spot where it had been in shock. I glanced up at Lure when I heard him chortle loudly.

"You pervert!" I squeaked. "Get the heck out of here!" I fumed, feeling harassed. "In case you haven't notice, I'm shirtless!" I breathlessly growled out, attempting to snatch the towel again but it slid away.

"You still have your bra on," Lure pointed out.

I sucked in a breath to calm myself and noted that there was a tint of lust in those inclement blue eyes of his. They were darker than usual, making me feeling even more uncomfortable than I already was. "Look," I muttered, "do you mind leaving so I can shower?"

"I really don't mind watching," Lure purred, leaning back against the mirror above the counter he was sitting on. He licked his lips suggestively when I scowled.

"I do mind you watching," I snapped. Lure laughed, then pushed himself away from the mirror almost as quickly as he had leaned against it. He hopped off the counter and stepped towards me so he was directly in front of me. His closeness made me swallow uncertainly.

"Aww," he breathed, leaning down so his face was just inches from mine, "am I stressing you out, little Kitten?" he teased.

I stepped back and hissed, "Get out of here. I want to shower."

"Darling," he mocked, "didn't I tell you I'd be back in the morning so you could tell me your first wish? Love, I'm waiting."

"Go away," I snapped.

Lure stepped closer to me and leaned down so his lips were right by my ear. "You want these wishes, little Kitten." The way he said the word "want" made my spine tingle, and it would seem as if he knew it, if the way his eyes seemed to darken was any indication.

"So?" I quietly murmured as he pulled away and stared down at me.

"Make your first," he whispered. I scowled—he was so coaxing.

Okay. Whatever. I would do it. I mean, so what if he got to become human? He was probably a lesser threat as a human than as a demon. He wouldn't have all sorts of creepy powers, like moving towels away from almost-topless girls. Or granting wishes.

"I. . ." I hesitated, staring at the wall beside me, "I. . . don't know. . ."

"Tell you what," Lure said, clearing his throat, "I'll make the first wish free. You know. . . so you can get the hang of it. It won't count as the original five I'm giving you." He brushed aside a few strands of hair that were falling over his eyes and he smirked. "Also, to prove that it's all real."