"Tilly, I don't see why you hate your life so much. It's perfect." Cara, my best friend, said as I laid upside down on my bed.

"That's the point, Care. There's nothing... interesting about my life! I need... I need... danger, mystery, excitement!" She laughed at me.

"You sound like one of those people in, like, American Horror Story or something." She moved around my room, re-packing the clothes she had brought over for our sleepover last night.

"Whatever. You know I'm right." I said, pulling my thick black hair into a ponytail. Of course, my cookie cutter parentals have to make me go to a Youth Group. That's just like them.

"I know nothing of the sort." Cara says, making a point of sticking her nose in the air.

"Whatever." I smiled, grabbing my phone and helping her with her bags. Fall Break is only a week away...

"You know I'm just playing." She smiled, bumping my shoulder with hers as we both tried to squeeze down the stairs at the same time. I pushed her over a little, so I could squeeze through first.

"I know. But I still win!" I screamed up at her, running down the stairs. She came running down after me, laughing until we ran into my dad.

"No running on the stairs, Tilly."

"I know, Dad." I sighed, ducking under his arm and making my way to the door. Once we'd placed all of Cara's bags in the car, we climbed in the back. She started talking about some boy at school and I looked out the window, wishing for it to be night time. Don't get me wrong, I would love to talk with my best friend all day but sometimes I just needed to be alone with my thoughts.

Before I knew it, we were pulling up to her house. I helped her carry her bags in.

"Bye, Care. See you, tomorrow." I said, giving her a tight hug. She squeezed me back as if her life depended on it.

"Don't forget about our Halloween marathon after school." She said, which was completely unnecessary. The gore in Horror movies entertained me.

"I won't." I said, before climbing back in the car. As we got to the church, I climbed out, anxious to get this done and over with. When my parents pulled off, I noticed a boy staring at me. One I'd never seen before.

"Hey, is there anything interesting to do around here?" He'd said to me. His face was decorated with a smirk which, somehow, only made his green eyes brighter.

"Not that I've seen." I muttered, scoffing.

"Shame. Pretty girl like you ought to know something to do." I raised my eyebrow. Most girls would be blushing but around here, no one just walks up to you and starts talking. Especially not me. I'm the Golden Child. Dad's a doctor, mom's a therapist kind of Golden Child.

"What the hell do you want?" I asked, shifting my weight and crossing my arms.

"You know, if you're so bored, you can always evoke the Devil." And with that, he walked away. I stared at him, wondering what the hell he was babbling about but with my luck, I'd never see him again and never find out what he meant.

I went inside the church and took my seat. I wasn't able to concentrate at all. His words kept replaying in my head. You can always evoke the Devil...

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"Tilly, can I see you for a moment?" Shelby, the group instructor, called me over. It was already the end of the session and I hadn't even paid any attention, not like I ever did anyway. I wasn't even sure I believed in God.

"Sure." I headed to her desk and the smile I'd forced on my face died when I noticed the boy from earlier staring at me.

"This is Harry Styles. I need you to show him around and get him caught up on what we've been talking about." He still wore that infuriating smirk on his face. His dark hair fell in soft curls over his eyes, making it almost impossible to tell that he was staring down at me. But I could feel it.

"Sure." I ground my teeth together. I didn't know what it was, but something was turning me off from him.

"Great. Now, I have to go deal with a little kid in Confessional who thinks the priest is Santa Claus." Shelby left and I really didn't want to be near Harry for some reason. I turned and began to leave, knowing my parents wouldn't pick me up because I normally walked home.

"Hey, you're supposed to be helping me." Harry said, reaching for my arm. I spun around to face him.

"Look, I don't know what type of shit you're on but around here, you don't just walk up to people. And you definitely don't just walk up to people and talk about the Devil. Especially, not in front of a church."

"Okay, Princess." He pressed the tip of his finger into the soft skin above my breasts. "If you don't believe me, come to this address tomorrow as soon as the sun sets and I'll show you." He handed me a piece of paper with an address on it. For some reason the address looked vaguely familiar.

"Fine. But if there's nothing to show, you owe me."

"Oh, there'll be plenty to show, Princess. The question is, are you ready to look into the eyes of the Beast?"

Notes

OOOOOOOH! Cryptic, I know :) But for my also fans of The Devil's Choice, no I am not an anti-christ, though I don't judge but I can relate to all sides of why one would believe or not believe in Jesus Christ. And... I also find it really easy to write unique stories about the devil :) Blah! -Kay