Sequel of The Devil & The Angel: Volume 1
A year and a half has passed since young Daisy Miller met the dark devilishly handsome Damien D'Angelo. Now the two are smack bang in the middle of a new chapter together, living their passion filled lives...
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⚠️TW: Physical & Verbal Abuse⚠️
Chapter Song - Set Fire To The Rain by Adele
Three Years Ago - Junior Year
"A paramedic? Damn, thats cool. You mind if I steal your life career idea?" Marcus comments, and I smile, taking another sip of my crappy vodka coke.
I shrug a shoulder. "More the merrier. There can always be more emergency service workers. If you have no idea what to do, I'm fine with you joining me." I say.
He laughs. "I might have to, I have no idea what the fuck I'm doing."
"You'll figure it out. I think it's kind of stupid when people put all this pressure on kids to know what they wanna do for the rest of their lives. It's just, like, a little stressful." I comment wryly, half-joking, half being completely truthful.
"Thanks," he smiles. "How are you finding another high school party? Trent says you're not the most fond of them." He asks.
I sigh, and he laughs lightly. "It's not terrible. But there a other things I'd rather be doing." I comment.
"Like what?" Trent questions from behind me, his arms looping around my shoulders.
"Reading or binge watching a T.V show, you know me." I answer, placing my hands on his arms.
He chuckles, pressing his lips to my cheek. "Very true. I'm just getting you outside so your bedroom doesn't turn into a cave, you know?" he jokes.
I roll my eyes. "Don't be mean." I say, narrowing my eyes on him, but he only smirks with amusement swimming in his eyes.
"Hey!" A group of guys walk over to us three. "Do you guys think coach would catch me tomorrow if I have a little weed tonight?" One asks, his brown hair disheveled.
Trent scoffs, Marcus sighing deeply. "Yeah, he would. You should also lay off the alcohol, we have practice early tomorrow." Marcus says.
"Dude, fuckkkk," another guy, with short red hair, groans. "Would it matter if I skip one practice? My hangover is about to be fucking shit tomorrow." He says.
"Who's the girl, Trent? Side chick? Respect." Another steps forward, their looks identical, the only telling they're multiple different guys is their hair.
Trent sighs, his harsh breath blowing against my hair. "No. This is my girlfriend, Daisy." He tells them, and I offer a kind, but awkward smile.
"A girlfriend? Since when were you shackled up?" another one says. I swear, they keep multiplying like rabbits at this point.
"Since a few months ago," I reply coyly, the excess vodka in my vodka coke really spiking up my chatty levels. "But you don't seem like the type of guy to really care about that." I comment, wondering where the words are coming from.
