Loved by a Devil by James Martins

 
    Loved By A Devil
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    James Martins
     
     
     
     
     
    Prologue
    I never knew how I would die. I should've known he used me. I was an outcast. Someone who didn't belong in this world. I was an immortal. I always wore sweatshirts to cover the spiraling tattoos on my arms. To keep my identity from being discovered, I was some weirdo immortal to some sixteen year old freak. I have been acting like this for so long, I forgot what my old personality used to be like. It was September thirteenth when everyone saw him come on the bus at seven in the morning.
    I prayed that he wouldn't sit next to me. Yes, I know that sounded weird, but the last thing I wanted was to be hated even more by all the girls in the school.
    All the girls immediately tried to squish together so he would maybe he would supposedly sit with them. He ended up sitting with me all the way in the back of the bus. Yes I did like him, like a normal teenage girl would, but it was all a game. The truth is, evil can be evil. His tan arm brushed mine when he sat down. I tried not to care, but a slight blush came through my ivory skin. And he saw.
    To sum this all up, when you finish this story, you'll know how it felt to be loved by a devil.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 1
    My old fashioned alarm clock rung at exactly 6:30 in the morning. I stifled a yawn, and turned the switch off on the back of the alarm clock. I sat up in my king-sized bed and looked at the tattoos the spiraled on my arms. They weren't exactly tattoos, but...I don't know. One morning I just woke up and they were there. I totally freaked out, but I decided to let it go. A couple days after that, nothing bad happened to me. Which really was a spirit breaker for all the people who hated me. I got out of bed and went into my small kitchen and got out a box of Honey Nut Cheerios. I don't know what was in this stuff but I loved them. After that, I got a bowl out of the cupboard and poured the cereal in side. Then I got 2% milk out of the fridge and poured that in the bowl too. I grabbed a spoon before sitting down at the table. Instead of eating the yummy cereal, I just twirled them around the bowl, like I did every day.
    I ended up just throwing the bowl in the sink. The bowl made a large clang noise before breaking into tiny pieces. Hmmm... maybe I threw it a little too hard. I walked away, pretending that nothing had happened.
    I took a shower, and rapped a towel around myself when I was done. I looked myself in the mirror. My eyes were the color of wet seaweed. I shuddered. I hated seaweed. My hair was short, with bangs. Actually, I think it was getting longer. Yeah, by another centimeter. My hair was the color of Hayley Williams' red. I don't know why, but... whatever.
    I put on a pair of panties and a bra. After that I put on a white tank top, jeans, socks-(duh)-and a gray hoody sweatshirt from American Eagle. I glanced at the clock. 7:00. I had to be at the bus stop in less than 10 seconds. I grabbed my bag and slipped on some sneakers and locked the door to my house. I sprinted towards the bus stop that was three blocks away. I got there just in time to see the bus stop in front of me.
    Yup. I was the only one at the stop.
    I put my hoody up on my head, like I did every day.
    The doors to the bus swung open and I climbed up the steps and made my way down the aisle. I ended up tripping over someone's leg. Everyone laughed, and I just got up and took my seat in the back. The bus driver closed the doors to the bus and started driving to the next four stops. I looked out the window, watching all the trees and pedestrians speed by.
    Suddenly, the bus screeched to a stop and I had to grip the seat in front of me to keep from falling out of my seat.
    "What the bejeezus was that for?" someone shouted.
    (She didn't really say bejeezus, she said a bad word. I just blocked tghe word she said.)
    Hmmm...Sounded like Hillary Sullivan, the