Chapter 4 - A Deal with the Devil


"Ouch, that hurt." I moaned leaning on the bed, eyes closed with pain.

"It is supposed to." My 'fake' boyfriend smirked happily, lying beside me.

"Next time you find some shock-giving gum, try it on someone else." I hissed, slapping his arm.

He grinned, putting the gum stick box in the cover. The prank was actually stupid and old, I just didn't see it coming. So when he offered me a gum from his five gum stick box I happily accepted it. Because well who doesn't like gum? But when I tried to pull it I ended up getting mildly electrocuted. And damn it, it hurt!

"Does your mother know I'm here?" Colton asked, chuckling when he saw my pout of annoyance.

I snorted. "Of course not. She'll kill you first then teach me the ethics of life and self-respect and how all guys are jerks and then kill me. And by the way why are you even here?"

He had suddenly shown up 20 minutes earlier at my window while I was finding some good YouTube videos to watch and I still didn't know the reason for his unexpected presence.

He shrugged. "I was bored."

I gave him a flat look. "So? My house isn't a brothel."

He returned my flat look. "Could have fooled me."

"You have to come back in a few hours anyway for the dinner with mom." I reminded, slapping his arm from touching my iPhone. "That's an iPhone, not a wePhone."

"I am your boyfriend."

"Fake." I corrected, unplugging the earphones from my phone, there goes my chance of listening to Ryan Higa's puns.

"But boyfriend." He retorted, standing and staring around my room.

I shifted uncomfortably. Suddenly it seemed that our relationship had reached another personal level. He was looking at the transparent purple curtains that half hid the window and the small bamboo plant on the railing. The flower paintings hung just above my huge soft bed. The dark purple rug hadn't been cleaned in ages. Cupboards that had photos of Ryan Gosling and Johnny Depp stuck on them with a few Disney princesses.

"I was small." I justified, turning red in embarrassment.

He smiled. "I have photos of Jessica Alba too."

He stared at our reflections in the huge mirror on the cupboard, him standing in all his glory in a dark blue tee and light blue low waist jeans and me, sitting on the bed with a pillow wearing a pink tank top and black shorts.

"Why is your mirror so huge?"

I bit my lip, my cheeks colouring up more. "Uh, I take pics?"

He looked into my eyes through the mirror, raising his eyebrows. "Really?"

I shrugged, looking at my lap. "Yeah, most people have it. Mirror selfies."

"Wow. Never really understood the trend of selfies. My forehead looks big when I take it." Colton muttered, unconsciously pressing his fingers on his forehead. 

I bit my lip from replying sarcastically.

He glanced around looking at the small plastic cabinet that held around 50 books and 20 DVDs. "Any good movies?"

"I have Frozen?" I usually just downloaded them from Torrent.

"No! Anna gives me a headache."

I chuckled lightly, leaving my bed and picking up cushions from the side.

"Why so many cushions? There are around five." He asked curiously.

I laughed awkwardly. "I uh love to cuddle."

He smirked, winking at me. "I am more comfortable. Wanna cuddle while watching Star Wars?"

I laughed, shaking my head. "Nope, my pillows are good enough."

"Whom are you talking to Racheal?" A teasing voice came from behind the locked making us freeze.

"Shit! Shit!" I cussed, looking around frantically for a place to hide Colton.

"Is that your brother Josh?" Colton asked in a high voice and I was sure people in France could hear it.

I slapped his shoulder. "Shut up! Want to get us killed?" I hissed pulling him towards my cupboard.

"Racheal." Josh shouted in a sing-song voice. "I'm calling mom."

"No!" I screamed.

Colton broke free of my hold on his arm and walked to the door.

"Are you crazy? What are you doing? Hastings!" I hissed, running after him.

"Shut up Smith."

I wanted to smash his face on the huge mirror in my room but couldn't because Colton opened the door and my arrogant brother would be an eye witness. Darn eyes!

"Hey, Josh." Colton greeted, giving him the man nod.

Josh returned the nod, smirking at me. "Hey, Colton."

Colton leaned sumptuously against the open door locking his ankles. "I heard you got into a fight with Derrick Rome."

My jaw fell on the ground as I saw Josh's whole demeanor change. His arms went limp against the sides, eyes wide with shock and tongue-tied inside an open mouth. Well so much for calling mom.

"Josh? Again?" I asked in disbelief. 

He gulped, blinking repeatedly. "I uh-"

"And you got detention after school for two days." Colton interrupted, clearly enjoying knowing these details.

"That's why you weren't home when I came back yesterday." I uttered, putting my hands on my hips. "And you lied about Matt being hurt and you had to get him back home."

ugged sheepis

wickedly. "Tel

re my sister." He protested, coming inside the

fered, knowing he had no other option. He very well knew if mom came to know he had b

aned. "Fine but not a

in no position to argue." I

ked out of the door. He stopped to face Colt

"Language. Mother always says 'You

to his room all the while swearing

red at each other before bursting out in laughter. Stomach-c

g on the floor. I took a few deep breaths to

at me. "The wal

n the bed and laying on my

nce beside me and saw Colton laying on h

nuggling into the hard pillow. I frowned my pillow was never so har

g Colton. Was I seriously just c

y tank down and throwing a pillow

in there?" Josh screamed, b

the sudden noise.

! Hurry before she comes knocking."

g blue jeans and a plain red t

u really are a

lips so near my forehead. I shook my head, blushing 50 shades of red. I glanced at Colton, standing in all his glory with messed hair an

me to the door. "You can change in

ter on my face. "Fake Hastings, 

ng through my photo albums. I ran and grabbed them shoving them back in the drawe

e branch again?" He sighed, wri

es now bye. Mom will already be pissed thinki

ood luc

down until he jumped, landing on his legs. How was he comfortable doing this,

dow I opened my door,

I greeted, ente

was reading while sitting on the dining table with all covered food at t

g. Sorry." I sat on

inks money can substitute for punctuality then you better l

sighed in relief. "That would be him." I ran to

Mom said just as I

ing. Looks like the case

on't or

s Colton Hastings in all his glory, with his huge million-dollar smile

om behind his back. "I thoroughly apologize for the delay but my father had given me some important

e first to recover. Her icy look and flat smile had instantly faded into admiring eyes and a pleasing smile. She took the

ne is immune to Colt

love daffodils?" mom asked, shutting the door as he entered. J

f you Diana." Colton answered

even told him my favo

e with a blissful sm

But if this was going to reduce mom's anger

se and added water. "They are beautiful." Sh

deftly answered, making col

raised brows. We couldn't remember the las

m doesn't grab him for h

. "Please, mom wouldn

art to serve." Mom interrupted the

said, starting towards the stairs but

se, he knew where it was but that would seem suspicio

e flowers?" I probed, that question had

roses and she was even holding a bouquet of daffodils. I figured they were her favourit

ve. And how did you

two houses away fr

at him. "You

"I borrowed them-" he co

stealing." I

ou see it. I see the m

eyeballs went upward

ownstairs. "And your favourit

?" I gaped at him, not many knew

me Sherlo

6 year old and Josh would kick me under the table, wiggling his eyebrows at me with sheer confidence

d pink cheeks, mom grinned and declared that the whole Smith family would be attending the Hastings

ow sweet he actually is. He i

praise. "I look forward to meeting you Diana." They hugged as I star

m and Josh nodded back, clearly

king in front of him as we stepped out of the front door.

something on your a

g to look at my jean

"My e

all know. If my mother were to see this side of his, she would nev

y. "Now I know where yo

ned and slapped my palms over t

n I Slyt

g out in laughter. "My god! You're n


. "It's almost 9. 30


ing like a crazy ob

heart stopping and then beating fast

e something o

disappointment. "O

dle." He leaned back smugly, happy w

hissed, slapping his arm in hum

t on his bike, starting it. "If the pillow

d. "I think t

rugged. "Y

led. "Goodnig

d with that I watched him

st maybe Colton Hastings isn't as bad as the rumors paint him to

e bad boy has

m I kidding, he