ONE MONTH WITH THE DEVIL

Chapter 3

The whole car ride was in complete silence. I glanced over at Victor, who was chewing his jaws so hard. His hands on the steering wheel were so tight that his knuckles were white.

Why is he always angry?

A couple of minutes later, we pulled up in front of my house.

How did he know I live here? I looked over to him to ask but was interrupted.

His brows drew together. "Stop staring at me and get out!" He practically raised his voice.

What the hell? I haven't done anything, so why leach his anger out on me?

"Don't raise your voice at me," I retorted, becoming angry myself.

I got out of his car without saying thank you. He doesn't deserve one anyway.

Since it was Friday night, I was in bed doing the usual. I was browsing the latest movies on Netflix when Maya rang me.

"Hey Lyra, I wanted to text, but I knew you'd be awake, so I figured I could call instead." Maya's voice sounded rushed.

Like how you would talk when trying to wear a really tight shoe.

Either way, I've missed her voice. I was ripped away from my best friend's company all thanks to Victor. Even the thought of him made me frown.

"What are you doing? You sound busy," I asked her.

"Yeah." She hesitated then continued. "I'm getting ready for a party, Tyler invited me."

It took some seconds before the words finally settled into my head.

Another party.

Tyler invited her..

Victor would be there...

"After Maya told Tyler about her feelings, the two of them had been hanging out lately and she has been smiling a lot too. If he's really making her happy, then it's a good thing, and now he's already inviting her to a party."

"I want you to come with me," Maya cooed on the other end of the call.

I lifted an eyebrow; I already knew that this was coming.

"Maya, you knew what happened the last time; he nearly had his way with me," I said, referring to the drunken guy and the toilet incident.

Deep down in my heart, it's not really about what happened the last time; I just used that as an excuse. I was trying to avoid Victor.

"I'm sorry about last time, but I really wish you could come. I swear we won't stay long this time. Watching a movie alone in that small room sounds miserable," she spat.

I rolled my eyes, as if she could see me. She knows me too well. I don't miss watching my favorite TV series on Friday nights. She continued to beg me, promising that it will be more fun this time, like it was any fun before.

"I know..." I started.

"What the heck!" I yelled at my laptop screen that's now all black.

"What's wrong, Lyra?" Maya questioned me.

"My laptop screen went blackout," I cried.

"Oops! I think it's a sign you should come."

I'm sure that there would be a big grin on her face.

"Fine," I grunted. "But we're leaving before midnight."

"Okay!" She chimed in.

We ended the call with her promising to pick me up in the next thirty minutes.

I quickly changed out of my pajamas then put on a pair of jeans that's tighter than my usual. I'm only trying to appear casual; it's not like I was the one invited. I hurriedly dropped a note for mom, telling her I went to a party with Maya.

The party was the same as last week's; tons of students, drunk people, and smoke of cigarettes everywhere. Why didn't I stay back and stare at my ceiling or try to do some laundry? As usual, Maya disappeared as soon as we got there, telling me she had to look for Tyler.

Isn't he supposed to come down and pick her?

I felt alone once again. I sat on the couch for at least one hour before Victor came by. I stayed silent as his eyes met mine.

The corners of his mouth lifted and he teased me. "Look who's here."

I rolled my eyes back at him.

"I'm surprised to see you here," he told me.

"Yeah. I'm also surprised that I ended up here again," I said before he walked away.

For once, I was grateful that he let me be.

A few minutes later, Maya and Tyler walked in, hands intertwined with Maya grinning from ear to ear.

"That's her over there," I heard Maya's voice even though the music was loud.

"Hi, I'm Tyler." Tyler said, stretching out a hand, and I collected his handshake with a tiny smile on my face, without saying anything.

"Maya has told me a lot about you." He smiled softly.

This is the first time I'm actually having a conversation with Tyler Brooks. I have gotten no reason to talk to him because he goes around with the likes of Victor. He doesn't sound rude like Victor, I wonder how the two of them ended up being friends.

I realized that I haven't answered him yet.

"I'm Lara Voss," I stuttered.

A few hours later, almost everyone is drunk again, except me of course.

"Let's play truth and dare," someone's drunken voice slurred in.

After a little deliberation, they all agreed to play. Tyler, Maya, Vanessa, the school baddest girl, and two other boys whom I don't know their names and Victor, of course.

"You should play Lyra," Vanessa grinned.

I shook my head. "No, I'd rather not." I told her and looked away from her deadly gaze.

Victor shot me a wink. "Truth or Dare is not for priss like her." He uttered.

They all laughed except Maya. I'll admit, I am actually boring, but I'm no prissy. I've only been living in a modest way since dad passed away.

I swallowed a gulp down my throat. "I'm in." I acknowledged, glaring at Victor then sat down cross-legged in their little circle.

The first truth and dare were so kinky that I was bewildered. Ethan, one of the other two guys, was asked how long he lasted. Still fair, right? Vanessa was asked to do a strip tease, which she did.

"Truth or Dare?" Liam, the other guy, asked, jolting me out of my train of thoughts.

"Truth," I replied quickly, knowing that truth was safer.

"Have you ever kissed?" He questioned me.

I nibbled on my bottom lip. "No," I muttered slowly, and they all burst into laughter, except Maya.

They were really not surprised with my answer, just intrigued.

"Oh, okay," Liam mumbled and I nodded my head in the affirmative.

"Maya's turn," I voiced out, so that they would stop talking about me.

Maya was asked to do a lap dance with Tyler, which she did joyfully. If I'm being sincere, I think it was hot watching that.

Soon, it was my turn again.

"Truth," I said again.

Victor chuckled softly. "Told you guys that she's a priss."

I felt the urge to slap him hard in the face and then dashed out of this room. But I won't let him get to me.

"Dare." I blurted out, changing my earlier decision.

"Take a whole bottle of vodka," Ethan dared me.

My jaw dropped. What? I have never had a drink before in my life. God! Why the hell did I choose 'dare' in order to prove that jerk wrong?

"Wait, you have never had a drink before, right?" Ethan queried me.

I nodded, thinking he would change the dare to at least something fairer than that.

But no, he didn't change the dare.

I gripped the bottle and took a shot; it burned me down my throat.

"What does it feel like?" Ethan questioned me.

"Bitter," I breathed, still feeling the burn.

Finally, it was Victor's turn.

"Dare," he muttered without waiting to be asked.

"Kiss Lara Voss," Vanessa ordered, grinning from ear to ear.

I stared at her in disbelief. Somehow my eyes flickered to Victor, the school's wealthiest boy who was supposed to be kissing me.

His mouth curved into a wide smile. I could tell that he was enjoying every bit of this.

"What's my penalty for not doing this?" I demanded.

I can't let Victor have my first kiss.

"You date me for a month," Victor replied, boring his eyes into mine.

My mouth fell open. Are they serious? Why the hell would I lose my first kiss in a dare and the worst part to Victor freaking Vance?

Fuck Vanessa! She knows it's my first kiss.

My eyes found Victor then trailed down to his lips. His lips were so pink and so full, my head played an image of us kissing.

What the hell? Why am I imagining kissing Victor? I looked up and my eyes met his forest green eyes, pupils dilated. There was a smirk spread across his face. He must be thinking I'm a priss after all. My head was spinning! God! I'm really not drinking again.

My conscience loosened as I crashed my lips against his, catching him totally off guard. As my lip touched Victor's, I felt a sharp intake of breath. I have the full idea of what I'm doing, but I can't just stop. And for one moment, I forgot about everyone there. I have never felt like this before; it felt like my body had been ignited. He brought his hands to my face, cupping my flushed cheeks.

He pulled back a little before taking my lips back in, taking full charge.

"Get a room," Tyler teased.

Tyler's voice made me break the kiss. A flush crept up to my cheeks. Victor had a smirk on his face.

I'm embarrassed; I mean, I just had my first kiss in front of all these people and with Victor Vance.

"That's not the dare," the evil blonde, Vanessa chirped in.

My brows drew together. What's she getting at?

She continued. "The dare is for Victor to kiss you and not the other way round. Why were you so impatient?"

"Woah!" I heard some murmurs.

My lips curled in disgust. Is she kidding me? I mean, I just lost my first kiss. I gazed at Victor, hoping that he would behave nice and support me.

"She's right, Lyra. I'm sorry we'll have to do it again," Victor muttered, flashing me a smile that suggests that he was somewhat excited.