7 I'm in love with the devil

***POV - Melaena

"Who the fudge cares!" Jackson smiles knowingly at me, but I don't give a hooting hell at this moment. I'm mad – mostly at myself for being so weak. I take big strides and walk to the bar without a word before anybody thinks to ask some more questions. Like, why am I so worked up over my little brother's stupid bloody friend? That right there is a VERY good question. The asshole enjoys making me suffer, getting under my skin, making me angry on purpose. Gmf, telling me I don't know what I'm doing! Hell, excuse me for not being a total slut and not jumping everybody's bones. I hope I never see the likes of him again ... ever!!!

I order a drink, trying to calm myself down. Ren pulls me into his arms and I rest my head on his strong chest. I'm glad my boyfriend is not a psychotic unfeeling heartless maniac like certain other people. Sociopath – I'm sure he pulls girl's hearts out for fun and buries it in his backyard while chipping another mark on his bedpost – cause that is what Damion is, a freaking sociopathic serial heart killer.

"What's wrong?" Ren strokes my hair and I feel the anger draining out of me.

"Ug, I just don't like my brothers' annoying friend."

"Uh."

"What are the threats you were talking about? Jason also said something like that."

"It's nothing." I push him away and look him in the eyes.

"Ren, I need to know?" He looks away as if he's embarrassed.

"Damion threatened every guy in your school, and some, to stay away from you. Apparently, you are off-limits to everyone. It's been going on for years now. But I'm not scared of that duce."

Damion did WHAT?! I can't fricking believe what I'm hearing! He is the reason for my awkward social life, my non-existing love life, why guys walked circles around me as if I had some contagious disease ... and he dares to tell me that I don't know what I'm doing!!! Who's freaking fault is THAT then?!

I see Damion leaning against the wall, arms folded, sexy as hell, looking at us. The brunette is clinging to his arm once more but it's as if he doesn't even register she's there. I'll show him just how much I do know. I pull Ren closer and kiss him passionately before letting him go again. Ren seems a bit surprised. I look Damion straight in the eyes with a big winning smile, but he just stares straight back, and the look in his eyes sends a huge electric vibration through my body.

Ren follows my gaze and also looks at Damion and then whispers in my ear that he needs to go to the bathroom. Damion pushes himself away from the wall and then he's gone. My phone vibrates and I look at the screen in anticipation, hoping just for a second that it's Damion, before realizing that he doesn't even have my number. I want to tell him exactly what I think of his threads. I frown when I see a message from an unknown number. I swipe the screen.

Private Number: Hi Melaena, hope you're enjoying the party.

Mel: Who's this?

Private Number: Call me D.

Mel: What do you want?

Private Number: Revenge for my father! But mostly I want you.

Mel: What?

Private Number: You belong to me, babe!

Mel: Fudge off!

Private Number: Just remember that you're mine.

I blink, wondering if maybe the person got the wrong number, but it can't be, because he mentions my name. What the hell is going on? Ug, I just don't have the energy to worry about some random asshole sending me a stupid message. Then it hits me between the eyes. Maybe it's Damion himself trying to be funny. Didn't he say that I'm his and his name starts with a D. Yep, it could be him? Damn ass is psychotic, now I'm sure of it.

I slip my phone into my pocket and down a few shooters. Then I dally towards the games room again, looking for Kiara but a voice stops me dead in my tracks.

"So what is Chloe doing here?"

"Not sure, guess she came to see me like always." It's Damion's voice and then there is the distinct sound of a big sigh. "Ug, mom, what am I going to do about that girl."

"Maybe it's time you admit the truth to yourself, and her. I've seen the way you look at her. You truly love her, don't you?"

"I've loved her from the first moment I saw her. But you know it's complicated. She's off-limits and then there are the rules ... And I don't want to hurt her again, she's been through so much already."

"Well, you've always been a rule-breaker. And, yes, there is a risk that you might get hurt, but then again, maybe she's not worth risking everything for."

"She's worth dying for." Damion's voice is soft and husky, full of emotion. I've heard enough and I just can't stand there anymore. He loves the brunette, really loves her. Chloe. He loves her with all his heart. But why does this bother me so much that I feel as if I'm going to puke?

I walk back to the bar in a daze, putting one foot in front of the other until I bump against the wooden counter. I lean my elbows onto the surface and put my head into my hands. My eyes tear up.

"Aint you going to dance?" Luke's voice pulls me out of the darkness of my mind. I turn towards the dancefloor and see the guys going crazy, doing all sorts of funny dance moves and flips. A large group of girls between them. Jackson is twirling a girl in very skimpy clothes around. Damion's love is rubbing her ass against him and he throws me a two-finger salute, a huge grin on his face, but it doesn't reach his eyes, they seem worried. I give him a single finger gesture back, feeling the previous nausea pushing up my throat again. Green jealous puke.

Kiara is suddenly standing next to me. "What's wrong with those dysfunctional boys now?"

She seems confused and she stares at my brothers with her eyes pulled into a thin line. I pull up my shoulders and shake my head.

"Hell, if I know. Sometimes I think guys are just born brainless and heartless. Personally, I think they're just on this earth to reproduce more brainless-heartless males so the cycle can continue. Look at this stupid example for instance." I hand Kiara my phone and she reads the message.

"Who will send you something like that?" Again I shake my head and pull up my shoulders.

"You think it could be Damion trying to be funny," I ask, my eyes catching his over the distance.

"Nah, he's crazy but not one to do something like this." She seems sure of it, but I'm still not convinced it's not him.

"You look like you need to get drunk. Want to do shots?" I look at Kiara and now she shakes her head. She calls the barman and whispers something in his ear. His eyes grow wide and he hands her two full bottles of tequila. She takes my hand and pulls me after her, taking one last look at the dancefloor, and we disappear to my room.

"I'm so fed up with that party right now. Let's have our own party." Kiara pulls her dress off and hops into her pj's. I turn to do the same. Then we jump on the bed and she hands me a bottle. I take a big gulp and feel the liquid burning my throat. Kiara puts on some music and we start dancing on the bed, passing the bottle between us.

I tell her about what Ren told me, the threats Damion made, and my inexperience due to those menaces.

"Devil boy kept every male away from you? That's .... different. I knew he had a bad-boy reputation, but I didn't know everyone is afraid of him."

"Yeh must be the ninja classes he took in school. I know he's got a few kinds of black belts."

"But why did he want them to stay away from you?"

"Ug, I don't know. I just know that he's freaking been messing up my life since the day we met." I also tell her about the confession that he loves Chloe. Tears prick my eyes again and Kiara changes the subject, knowing me well enough not to say anything about it at this moment.

"So, you have a stalker now, please let him be hot and not an idiot like all the guys in our lives."

We laugh and Kiara falls from the bed. She gets up and then we laugh even more.

"I think we're a bit wasted." We keep jumping and dancing and laughing and drinking. When the first bottle is finished we open the next one. We do some moves, that we call ‘strip-teasing’, sliding our hands up and down our bodies, trying to look sexy and hot.

"I would be the worst stripper ever!" I yell at Kiara and she laughs so hard that she almost falls from the bed again.

"Ok. Tell me something interesting, or my brain might fry. What was up with you and Damion in the games room?"

"He's a fudging pain! And the worst is that I think that mysterious vibe is scaringly sexy, but he's still a long-drop." Why am I saying this to Kiara, I must be drunk to say he's sexy.

"He's very good-looking, but for some reason, not my cup of tea. I always think about him as yours." Kiara wiggles her eyebrows at me.

"Seriously? Mine? I'll never ... "

"Never say never!" She interrupts me quickly and I pout my lips like a diva. "Ug, he's such a prick. Why would he ruin my life like that?" She looks at me with a wry smile and I don't even want to guess what's going on in that little head of hers. But I know she's going to tell me.

"I can think of a few things. Firstly he's into you..."

"No, he's totally in love with that Chloe girl. I've heard him talking to his mom and he confessed it."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, anyway, it doesn't matter, I'll just hate him more for having bad taste." The door opens and Logan walks in and flops down on the sofa with a big smirk. Damion fills the doorway and leans against the frame. Kiara giggles and I stop dancing if you can call my drunk-ass bouncing that.

"Don't mind us, please continue." Logan grunts, holding back a laugh.

"What if we were naked?" I complain about their interruption with a stern face, not wanting Damion there at all.

"Nothing we haven't seen before." Kiara looks at me and rolls her eyes and I decide to confront him about everything. I get off the bed, very unladylike cause of the huge amount of alcohol in my system, and go stand before satan. I hit him on his chest with the palms of my hands as hard as I can. He doesn't even move an inch, nor does he flinch, but I almost fall over. He grabs my hips to keep me upright.

"Why the fudge did you threaten the ... " I give a little ungirly hick, "... boys to stay away from me, you psycho-sexy baboon-butt dick?" At this moment my blind drunk brain can't come up with any better insult-sounding adjectives to throw at him. But he just stands there, BEAST smirks in place, looking very pleased with himself. I look at Kiara and she stops hopping and sits down on the bed and hands the bottle to my brother.

"Guys can be such fun spoilers. You know she's still a Mary … like in the bible … (hic) because of your stupid ... " She points to Damion with a lazy finger and without finishing her sentence also gives a little hick-up and then she leans back and closes her eyes.

"Men are pigs, and I wanted to protect you from all the players out there."

"So guys like (hic) you!"

"Yes."

"From now on you're going to stay out (hic) of me … (hic) life!" I watch him moving his head forward and for a moment I'm thinking that he's going to kiss me this time, but he lifts me from the ground and whispers softly in my ear, "I would love to be in you, angel."

He throws me from my game and then I remember the message.

"And don't send me more of those stupid messages!" I swing my phone under his nose to make my point clear. He takes the phone from my hand and puts me on the bed next to Kiara. I laugh at her drunk ass passed out across the bed before I put my head on her tummy. And that's the last thing I remember.