Chapter Five

•Previously•

°Madelaine's POV°

"You might want to greet him, after all, he's your ex and you are at his party."

"No, I might just go and hug him." She said.

"I'm sorry I didn't see where I was going. I'm sorry."

"It's fine." Wait! That ring. Diavolo.

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•NOW•

°Madelaine's POV°

"Madelaine," Diavolo said with his hot voice. He wore an elegant-looking red suit. It looked soft, I want to touch it.

"H- Hi?" I nervously said. Did he remember me?

"I see you're getting better." He said checking me out openly.

"Uh, thanks?" What did he mean by getting better? Why doesn't he make sense? Could he be the one who paid for my hospital bill?

Somebody cleared their throat from behind me, so I looked beside me to see Dai with a purple face, or maybe too red it looked purple.

"Who is this fine gentleman?" Dai whispered in my ear, hinting at something.

"This is my cousin, Nik." West said, narrowing his eyes at Diavolo or Nik.

"Hey, Nik!" Dai said.

Diavolo just nodded at her and took a glass of wine from the table and gulped it down.

"That was mine.." I said lowly and looked away. Clearing my throat, I muttered, "Excuse me, uhm, can you tell me where the restroom is?" I asked West but before he could tell me a hand hooked on mine.

"I'll show you." Nik said and walked towards the restroom with me following him. "Did we ever met before?" He asked and took a peek at me.

"Yes, we did." I looked away when his piercing eyes looked into me.

"Why can't I remember?" He muttered to himself.

"Because it was a long time ago, a few years to be exact." I spoke up.

He then stopped in front of a door and turned to look at me. "Hmm, where?"

"Dallas. Hotel. June 24th. 1 a.m." Don't ask me how I remember all that.

"Oh." Was all he said before putting his hand up showing me the "restroom."

"Thank you, I'll see you around." I opened the restroom door but held it before it closed and looked over at him who is now staring at me. "Did you by any chance paid for my hospital bill?" I scratched my neck awkwardly, geez what if he's not the one.

"Yes." He spoke coldly and continued, "I feel like we've met before and I don't know, I just wanted to." He shrugged his shoulder and stared at the wall beside me.

"In that case, thank you. I really really appreciate it!" I made sure to emphasized the words to show him how grateful I was, but it came out sassy. "I really appreciate it, really." I tried again and it sounded more convincing this time.

"I get it." He then walked away to the main room.

Ok.

After I did my business in the bathroom, my phone pinged with text.

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BD🤢: Hey chickie✌️ Where you at? I'm in front of your house. Right now.

Me: What are you doing at my house? Brandon, what did you do?

BD🤢: I just kinda murdered my hamster...😟

Me: Wtf? Tell me ur joking!! Don't joke like that bitch.😠

BD🤢: I'm jk, happy? So where you at? Pies gettin' cold..🥧😔

Me: Pies? Omw🚗🍂

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After I put my phone back in my dress pocket, I got out of the restroom and went to find Daisy.... kissing her ex?

"You're leaving?" He asked from behind me making my heart lept.

"No, I mean yes." I looked back to where I last saw Daisy and she is now gone. Just fucking great.

"Your friend's a bit occupied. You need a ride?" He said, calmly.

"Uh, no it's fine. I can find my way back home. Thank you, Diavolo."

"Call me Nik and I'll give you a ride, come." He stated.

Ok, I'll just go with the stranger, well not a stranger since he saved me before and even paid for my hospital bill, but still I don't personally know the guy.

He could've been a wanted murderer for all I know. Although, he does look yummy. Shut your mind Mad, you're mad! Get it? Cuz I'm Madelaine. Mad!!! I'm full of madness actually, the only one who can keep up with my infinity madness is my friend Brandon.

He's the most annoying pie ever! He loves buying me pies. I didn't threaten him to buy me pies or anything, I promise. Not. Yes. Maybe.

"O- Okay." Why are you stuttering my friend? Just be normal, imagine him as your teacher. Be formal and normal. Take a deep breath in. Ok, you can let it out now.

My mind would constantly talk to me and I would reply back, it's basically a conversation between me and my mind every damn day. It gets annoying sometimes, but only I understand.

After we reached his car, that was this, matte black color. You don't understand, the color is just so dope! I basically love everything matte. It looks aesthetic and just has that swaggy and cool vibes ya know?

"Oh my Lord. I wanted this." I admired the car and didn't even realize I actually SAID THAT OUT LOUD! GEEZ. OK CALM DOWN.

"Ok." One word. He is now leaning on the car that was obviously way shorter than him. With his suit button opened. He could be sexier if he open a few buttons of that dress shirt and I'll-

I cleared my throat, "Sorry! I mean sorry. I- uh, yeah."

He chuckled. No, let me rephrase that. He fuckin chuckled! zkmdndoejsm

Why am I acting like a teenage girl who got this giant crush on a fictional character? Why am I like this? "Get in." He ordered.

He walked over to my side of the door and open it for me. Whatever I did in my past life, I don't regret it.

"Thank you" I shyly muttered. He nodded and gave me a lopsided grin. I'm screaming inside.

The car smelled nice. Like a mixture of fresh nature air and him. He smelled delicious. I told him my address and he started the car.

"If it's not too much to ask for, could you get me home fast? I have company." My pies are there, and they need warmth, they can't stand this brutally cold weather. It will give them frostbites. My poor cutie pies. Just kidding.

"It's cool." He said as he reversed and sped down the street over 160.

"The police will haunt us." I shouldn't have told him to go fast. I just thought he'll go at the speed limit. But who expected this?!

"Can't keep the guest waiting." He smirked as he went faster. Shit shit shit. Having a panic attack when you were the one who told him to go fast?

Just great Mads, you're officially mad!

My breathing was getting faster, eyes wide as saucers, Jesus Christ, save me please. Racing is fun, but not on a road full of cars, you don't know who's going to change their minds and turn the other direction from the original direction they're going all of a sudden.

This is what I was afraid of. Panic attacks were rare, mostly it was depresso(depress+espresso) moments.

"Please go slower, please." I begged with my whole life as I joined my hands together to pray that I will arrive safe and sound and that my panic attack will be gone soon.

I saw him looked over at me from the corner of my eye. Tears were now sliding down my face. No crying. No crying. I repeated over and over in my head.

He suddenly stepped on the brake and rolled his hand out to prevent me from flying over the dashboard. I laid back on the seat since my entire body was trembling. I muttered something inaudible and whatever I was saying, I didn't understand too.

He stayed quiet and pulled me to him, I welcomed his embrace. I breathed in and out but it didn't help, he noticed and with his hand on the back of my head, he placed one more hand on my back and started rubbing up and down in a gentle manner.

"I apologize. I'll drive slower." He whispered in my ear, making me shiver.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have rushed you. I thought I could handle this, but I was wrong." I sniffed softly and after I calmed down, I pulled myself back so I was now laying back on the headrest.

I looked straight ahead, avoiding his eyes. Well, that was embarrassing. I'll kick me if that was possible.

"Not your fault, you ready?" He asked and I quickly nodded then wiped any stray tears away.

"We're here." He stated calmly after a few minutes and I thanked him.

"Thank you, do you want to come in? Maybe for a cup of tea or coffee or just water or anything you want?" What could you possibly have other than tea, coffee, and water? Stupid.

"You have a guest. I'm not going to invade your privacy. Next time." He said looking at me with a small smile.

"It's fine, he's totally chill. Plus he's my friend and he basically lives with me since we were kids." I told him and he frowned for a moment, did I say something wrong?

"Sure. Only for a while." He decided and got out of his car, opening the door for me. I got out as well and we were both now in the elevator. Is it me or is it getting hot in here?

We got out of the elevator and soon we reached my apartment, well my mom's. But mom once said what's hers is mine, so it's technically mine too.

"Come in. Make yourself at home, here let me have your suit." He took it off and as he did, his muscles were bulging through the thin white dress shirt, begging to be freed. I drooled a little. He handed it to me and I put it on the coat rack.

"You're here now bitch! Sorry, but the pies are gone.." Brandon said with a wide evil smile plastered on his face.

"Motherf*****" Forgetting my guest, I ran to the kitchen, where he put the pies whenever he came by.

"Brandon!!!" He ate them all, no! He swallowed them! That bastard! Nobody. touches. my. food! I ran back to the living room and jumped on him unladylike and bit his hand.

"Ah ow ow ow ouch stop. Get this nasty beast off of me.. Prince help me!" The dramatic boy Brandon is back.

"Nobody's helping you, bastardo!" I murmured and bit even harder causing him to yelped louder in pain.

I laughed internally waiting for him to say the words. "I'll buy you another one. Please let me go." He fake sobbed.

"5" I argued.

"3"

"30" I barked back.

"Bitch, just let my hand go and I'll treat you fucking pies every day." He yelled, getting grumpy.

"Deal." I got up from on top of him and dusted my dress off, and then I saw him leaning on the wall with an amused smile. Jesus, he's perfection.

"Ukhmm, I- uh, sorry, that was not supposed to go like that. Brandon, this is Nik. Nik, Brandon. Friend, friend." I introduced them both.

Brandon got up and coughed stiffly. They both nodded their heads to each other. Well, that was not awkward at all.

"So, I'll get change, and will be back ASAP." I rushed to my bedroom and left them there.

I changed into more comfy clothes, which is an oversized sweater with socks on. I tied my hair into a messy bun and got out of my room. They were now chatting while drinking coffee.

"You hungry?" I asked, looking at Nik swiftly.

"Fuck yes. I'll have whatever you're having." Brandon said excitedly.

"Not you fucker. Nik?" Nik raised his eyebrows at Brandon and then looked at me.

"It's fine, I'm leaving soon. Is he staying?" Nik asked looking over at Brandon who now has a creepy smile on his face.

I gave him a 'don't you dare' look and his smile grew even wider. Well, fuck me.