the devil wears leather

She Is.

Fuck. Me. Fuck the world. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Did I mention fuck? Ian grabbed my hand as I stood up, but I yanked away. I walked over to the only dumb ass to wear a mini skirt, tank top, and heels in the winter. "Hey hun!" She squealed, her voice to high.

"Hey she-devil." I hissed, the words acid on my teeth.

"I don't talk to trash bags. I was talking to Apollo over there." She pointed to Ian.

"You're smart enough to know Greek mythology... but not to close your legs?" I spit out. Her eyes darkened.

"Watch it. I'm here to talk to my man." She rubbed her hand on Ian's arms. I clenched my fist. "You wanna come over to my place... make up for what we missed?" Her eyelashes fluttered. Ian glared.

"Hmm... sure." He... he did it.... it... again.... "But with a different girl." I look up at him. He put his arm around my waist and pulled me to his hip, my t shirt coming up and my hot skin making contact with his chilly fingers. I restrained my shiver and stared at Teresa.

"I win." I said, smiling widely. Teresa smirked.

"Suuuuure. Just wait. School starts up again in a week. Have fun." I put a hand over my heart.

"You know how to count! I'm so proud of you!" I squealed. She crossed her arms and glared.

"Shut up, slut."

"Why don't you go back to your home on whore island!" She scuffed and walked away. Ian looked at me.

"Did you just use and Anchroman quote as an argument?"

"Did she notice?" Ian shook his head. "Then we have no worries!" He rolled his eyes, reaching for his pocket. He pulled out his wallet, layed 15 on the table, and walked over to the register to pay. I stood next to him, not letting go of his hand. He shoved the wallet and card in his pocket. It had started to snow. I started to pull of his jacket but he shook his head, tucked it in, and ran to the door. I followed, giggling. His body slammed through the door and it opened. We ran for the car and I let go so I could get to my side. I opened the door quickly and sat down, kicking snow off of my shoes. Ian looked at me, his dark hair flaked in white and his eyes sparkling. I stared at them mesmerized. He leaned towards me.

"Do I win?" He asked, his breathe tickling my face. I pinched my nose.

"A breathe mint, sure." I joked, leaning backwards.

"Damn. You're cruel." He said, pulling gum from his pocket. I snatched a piece and put it in my mouth.

"Exactly."

"Antagonizingly beautiful." His lips lift into a half smile,

like one side was hooked onto a fishing hook.

"You're just antagonizing." I say. He sticks out his tongue.

"You know you love me." He started the car.

"Yeah, yeah." I cross my arms against his smooth leather.

"I love yoooooooooouuuuu." He sang, foolishly. I roll my eyes.

"I love you, too, dork." I put my hand on his and he stares at it. "Green light." I say quietly. He looks up and steps on the gas.

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"WE HAVE ARRIVED. YOU CAN..." I freeze, finding my family in tears. "What?" My father stands up and walks over to me. I count the heads in the living room, and match their sad faces.

"Sweetie... have a seat." I stand on my tip toes.

"Where'd Grandma go?" I ask, flattening my feet. I stare at my father. "Is she at the store?" I point back at Ian, who's hands are on my shoulder. "We could go help her, I know she as the breathing issues." My dad touches my hand.

"No sweetie, why don't you..."

"I'm not sitting. Where the hell is Grandma?" My father stares at Ian who nods. He drops his hands from my shoulders and sticks them straight out between my sides and my arms. "Ian, what are you..."

"Last night, your Grandmother passed away peacefully in her sleep." My dad says. My knees weaken. And I collapse, falling into Ian's arms. My eyes fill with tears and I furiously shake my head back and forth.

"No. No. No. No. You're lying. Was it because I was a brat? I'm sorry, but this isn't a funny prank. No. No. No. No. No." I mumbled. Ian sits us on the floor, me half way into his lap.

"Dove..."

"They're lying. I... no... she's alive... she's sleeping. Right Ian? She's just sleeping. We should go wake her up." Ian grabs me, wrapping his arms around me. I shut my eyes against his chest. "She's not."

"She is."