The Devils King

13

"What?!" Ace screams when I explain my idea to him.

"Please?!" I ask, begging him. I wanted things to work out with Aleigha's performance but Dylan couldn't play guitar... and I only knew of one other boy who could.

Ace Wilkins.

"Hell no! I'm not fucking getting up on stage a making a fool out of myself! You're crazy!" I groan and tilt my head at him, giving him the puppy dog eyes. "Ace please? I'll owe you! I'll do something for you... within reason." I add. I had already told Aleigha my idea and she was okay with it but she still seemed off about it, like she wasn't sure. I couldn't blame her, Ace hasn't been very nice... ever really. So maybe she thought he wouldn't agree... just like he isn't now.

"Ace please? Aleigha can't perform without you. Dylan can't play because someone broke his hand." I never got a full answer out of Dylan, mainly because I sympathized with him and felt bad, so I avoided bugging him for now. I wanted to focus more on helping Aleigha, and making sure she still performed. I wanted to see her perform, and I wanted to support her, since she was a good friend.

Ace scoffs and looks down at me like I had four eyes, his arms crossed questioningly. "That's not my fault, nor my problem. Find someone else." Ace started to walk away and I reached out, grabbing his bicep. I think it was easy to say his arm was so big I couldn't wrap my whole arm around it, so I had to dig my nails in them some. He spun around, his brows scrunched in anger.

"Ace I'm begging you here. I just want Aleigha to be happy and see that she doesn't need Dylan to have a good performance."

He grips my wrist and yanks it off. "Well digging your bitch claws into my arm won't help you." I sighed, frustrated. "Ace... please play guitar for her. I'll do anything."

He stares at me a minute, his stink face on once more. He was getting fed up with me, but I frankly didn't give a shit.

Oops?

He leans down to my level, bending his back over and leaning closer to my face. He stares right into my eyes with his beautiful green-brown ones. "I'm. Not. Doing it. That's final." He stands back up straight and gives me one last stare before turning and walking off.

I sighed.

"I'll stop manipulating you." I speak. He then freezes in his tracks. He slowly turns around, crunching his brows together. "What?" He spat. He didn't seem like he had calmed down any, or like he was about to give in. He almost seemed more pissed off.

"I'll stop using that video and the Devils against you. I'll leave you alone." I ask, desperate. By now, Ace just... didn't show any signs of being nice for once. He was still an ass, and obviously still got into bad shit, and obviously didn't care.

He stomps towards me one large time. He backs me up against the lockers and slams his hand on the metal above me, my back shaking as it sends vibrations to me. I almost jumped, but didn't. He slanted closer towards me,  his dark hair barely trickling my hairline. "You think you can just bribe me into doing some dumbass talent show by using something that you used against me to begin with!?" He scoffs and looks me down before slowing raising his eyes back up to mine. His green eyes glowing.

"You really think you're some shit, don't you?"

"What?" I mumble under my breath. He stares right into my soul. "You think just because your dad's owns a million dollar business and he's the top of the medical industry that you can be Miss 'I'm the boss of everyone so you have to listen to me'... But let me tell you something here bitch." He leans closer, putting his other hand on the other side of me, completely blocking me in.