Devil's Soul

Chapter 14 (finally The Guy's name is revealed!)

***I know it's been awhile since I last posted, but I have been distracted because I have been visiting with my family. I finally found some time to write, though! I really enjoyed reading your guesses for The Guy's name and the reasons behind those guesses! Now you get to see if you were right!***

I made a point of globing a bucket of make up on the back of my neck to cover up the reversed pentagram and wearing my hair in a bun the next day to show my mom that the "Sharpe" had washed away. I could feel her eyes examining my neck as I prepared breakfast that morning, but she didn't say anything about last night's incident.

When I was sure that I was in the clear, I left for the library to meet the guys for a study session. Chung had promised to re-explain what Abhinav and I didn't understand from Professor Petros' lecture.

Neither of them was there when I arrived, so I found a table and began on some homework for another class. To be honest, I hadn't been feeling quite right the past few days. I actually hadn't felt right ever since I had sold my soul, but the feeling had been more subtle in the beginning. The absence of my soul had become more noticeable over the last few days. I'm not quite sure how to describe the feeling. Empty? Uncomfortable? It was kind of like hunger, except without the pain from stomach acid. I just felt off, somehow. I was having trouble focusing on my schoolwork, and I kept fidgeting in my seat to find a more comfortable position.

I was tapping the eraser end of my pencil on the paper, trying to figure out where my math had gone wrong, when I heard the chair across from me scrape against the floor. I looked up, expecting to see either Abhinav or Chung. Nope. It was The Guy.

He was wearing the same golden brown trench coat that I had first seen him in. The collar of his coat was flipped up, and I wondered if he had a tattoo like mine to hide. He folded his hands onto the table, clearly not caring if I could see how worn his sleeves were.

"How's the homework coming along?" he asked in his beautiful British accent.

"Fine," I muttered, not wanting to lament about my troubles with concentration to him.

"Oh? Not having any problems with concentration?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Of course not," I answered, but I wondered what he knew about it. I refrained from asking him, though, because he'd been sent here by the Devil and couldn't be trusted.

He smirked. "That was a piss poor attempt at lying. Didn't you ever lie to your mum when you were a teenager?"

I could feel my face flush red, but I wasn't really sure why his comment would make me feel embarrassed. It was a good thing that I didn't lie to my mom very often. I shouldn't have felt ashamed. Yet, the way he was looking at me made me feel embarrassed for being such a goodie-two-shoes. "Why would I want to lie to my mom?" I asked.

"Didn't you ever sneak off to parties?" he asked.

I shook my head. "I mean, I go to parties now, but I don't have to sneak to them. She just tells me to be careful and to not drink too much."

"She doesn't care if you come home drunk?"

I just looked at him.

"Don't tell me you've never been drunk!"

My cheeks heated again. I really didn't know why I felt embarrassed about this. Normally, I took pride in my clean record.

The Guy burst into laughter, earning glares from the nearby students that were trying to study. "You're so innocent! Satan's really outdone himself this time! I suppose you're a virgin, too!"