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Provoking the Devil Within

Envy

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I watched, slightly amused, as her face twisted into an angry glare. I hadn't seen one of those in days, and to tell you the truth, I was slightly relieved to see it. That was, until I realised who… why… she was glaring.

She giggled a little when I turned to look down at her, and flicked her blonde hair over her shoulder once more. Her delicate hand reached up to my chest as she cooed about how strong I must be. Throwing a short grin in her direction, I sat down on the school desk, allowing myself to face Belle fully. I looked over to see her silently fuming away, her hands clenching under the desk, her eyes forming into narrow slits as she tried to kill the girl with one glare.

If looks could kill, they say, then the girl would have hit the floor the first time she glanced at me.

Musing over the situation, ignoring any obvious advances the girl was throwing at me, I realised that I'd never picked Belle as the jealous type. I'd always assumed it would be me that needed to be reassured about the relationship as the tens of thousands of guys who lived in Summer Bay continued to hit on her, continued to make my job that little bit harder.

I'd always thought that I'd be the one being laughed at, when Belle had to take my hand in hers to stop me knocking a guy who even dared to touch her into next year.

I was the jealous one. It suited my brooding persona. Belle was the assured one. Full of confidence and exuberance, she was not the one to believe I'd even think to cheat on her… even look at another girl. Because I knew that she'd kill me.

Jealously was a curse. It was a sin. And, as I looked up and caught her angry eyes staring at me, I realised it made her even more beautiful to me. Because her jealously… it would become like a drug. Like her lust, like her anger, like her vulnerability. Everything that was a part of her that made her… Belle. Everything that made her special. Everything that I was falling head over heels for.

"So um, maybe, if you aren't busy later tonight, you and I could, you know, hang?" The blonde girl asked from in front of me, forcing me to tear my eyes away from the captivating beauty I'd been staring dreamily at.

"You know, I said, pushing her firmly away from me "I'm kind of seeing someone now." I said, as kindly as I could without mocking her completely.

She looked me up and down, but didn't appear to look rejected in the least. "Oh. Well how about when you're finished with her?" She asked hopefully, but I could only roll my eyes at her before pushing her away.

"Yeah, maybe when you grow some brains we can talk about that some more." I said, looking up to see Belle stalk out of the room.

"Crap." I swore, ignoring the disgusted look the blonde girl was throwing at me, racing quickly out of the room to see Belle walk angrily into an all too familiar hallway.

"Belle" I cried, and she stopped for about a second, before shaking her head and continuing down the hallway. "BELLE" I yelled louder, and she turned to glare at me, her eyes dark with hated, red, with anger. Green, with jealously.

She looked at me, her arms crossed across her chest as she huffed away in anger. It was quite possibly the most adorable thing. And the sexiest, I thought to myself, smirking a little as Belle began to glare harder at me.

"The green eyed monster rears its ugly head." I spat out before I even thought about it, and apparently, that only managed to piss her off more. She gasped a little, before taking her hands off from her chest as if she meant to attack me.

"What I really meant to say was, why are you acting like this, when its so clearly obvious I've only got eyes for a dark haired spitfire who fuels my very soul?" I said, impressed with my poetic use of the English language.

Belle, it appeared, remained unimpressed. Her stone cold stance remained, but she stalked towards me, so strong, so steadfast in her will, that before I knew it she had me pinned against the locker, and was screaming something incomprehensible in my face. I managed to pick up some of the words in between. Idiot, dumbass, cracked onto, whore… but it was the leaving that got me.

"Leaving? What are you on about?" I asked, and the tone of my voice seemed to snap Belle out of whatever state she was in.

"What?" She asked, attempting to feign innocence, but not succeeding.

"I'm not going anywhere." I said, hoping to stop this conversation before it even had a chance of going anywhere.

"I know." She sighed, moving off me and slumping down against the lockers.

Apparently, heading it off hadn't worked.

"But?" I asked, as she sighed again.

"But… one day you will." She said sadly, as if she knew how both depressing, and stupid it was.

"Why won't you leave me?" I asked, as I slid down next to her.

"Why would I?" She said, more to herself than to me. "You're like, the one good thing in my life that's ever gone right. Why would I even bother to throw that away?" She said honestly, as I felt my heart break a little for her.

"And you thought, if he's going to leave me, it may as well be to a blonde bimbo with no brains who says 'like' and 'you know' in between every damn word, because he wants to die a slow, painful death?" I asked her as she looked at me and smiled a little.

"I mean, we'd be kidding ourselves pretending like every other little couple here that we will last forever. Which is why we don't, right?" I asked her as she nodded back at me. "So we'll take each day as it comes. And just go from there." I said, as she turned to smirk at me.

"I've never heard something more mature be uttered from your mouth." She said, smiling angelically up at me.

"And then she goes and ruins the moment." I replied, as she glared at me again.

"Before I forget to tell you. You're hot when you're jealous." I told her, and she glared even more. "Its like it provokes the devil within. I like it. Even more fire. I think girls should chat me up more often."

"Not on your life." She said, whacking me in the stomach before standing up and brushing off her skirt. "I'd have to kill them." She stated simply "And then you."

"My fiery little minx." I replied, standing up and pulling her into my arms "The devil has nothing on you."

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