I froze. My breathing stopped, and my face heated considerably. Sebastian's lips brushed the side of my cheek, stopped beside my ear. "Your friends want to see you." He murmured, blowing hot air into my ear lightly. I shivered and side-glanced him, and he pulled back seconds before Summer and Miranda glomped me to the floor.

"Oh Mah Gawd, you're okay." Miranda said, hugging me a little too tight. I looked at her weird.

"What did you think? I would stay in there forever?" I scoffed a little. Miranda let go of my waist and Summer hugged me, but even tighter than Miranda. Summer said something I didn't quite hear, but I nodded and said "Mmhmm."

After a few minutes, Summer let go, and I could breathe. They wanted to go to the store, but I shook my head. "Nah, I'll stay here."

Summer took Miranda's hand and started to walk outside. Miranda hesitated and then pulled back. "N-No, I think I'll stay here too if you don't mind."

Summer shrugged. "Okay. I'll be back then." and then left. Miranda looked at me and then Sebastian, who had been listening to the whole conversation.

"So now what?" Miranda asked me.

"Well, I have to pee." I said, handing my half-finished cresaunt to Sebastian before going to the bathroom. I locked the door (having the experience of someone walking in on you, I learned to lock it) behind me, sitting down on the toilet after pulling down my jeans.

I thought for a moment, disappointed that my perfect me and Sebastian moment didn't turn out very well. I fought the urge to touch my cheek. Maybe if Summer and Miranda hadn't been watching...

I shivered from the thought. "Oh shut up. Sebastian would never do that. I'm only a teenager." I said to myself, and my shoulders drooped a little.

"Justine? Are you okay?" I heard Miranda ask me through the door. "You're talking to yourself."

"Oh. Heh heh. Sorry!" I called back, wiping and flushing. I stood up and pulled my jeans up and buttoned them, knowing she wouldn't stop bugging me until she saw I was okay. I didn't bother to wash my hands, so I pulled the door open and looked at her. "See?"

She inspected me for a moment before nodding approvingly. That's when I felt a stinging on my waist. I scratched it, but it wouldn't go away. Miranda looked at me.

"Its fine." I said, dropping my hand. "I'm going to go change." Excusing myself, I brushed past Miranda and went to my room.

Looking at my closet, I decided to wear shorts and a white sparkly shirt with my gemmed flip flops. After I was dressed, I looked at myself in the mirror. There was a purple mark on my side, the same place it had burned. It was a star in the center of a circle, with Arabic writing in each empty space. It looked like a bruise against my pale skin.

"Sebastian!" I called out my room, and it only took him a few moments to get to my room. "Can you brush my hair?" I asked, once again slightly surprised.

He took the wooden brush from my hands and sat me down at a chair. I sat straight facing the mirror, watching him start to brush my hair. My hands rubbed the spot where the mark was.

"What's wrong?" Sebastian asked me, not taking his eyes off my hair as he ran his fingers through it as well as the brush.

"Well, there's this bruise-thing on my waist." I said, hesitating for a moment to tell him. Surely I could tell him.

"What does it look like?" He still hadn't looked up from my hair.

"Well..." I stood up and turned to face him, pulled my shirt up a little to show him the mark. He got down on one knee and brushed his gloved hands over it tenderly. I watched him.

A few minutes past of him inspecting it, before he stood up and pulled one glove off. I watched him pull it off with his teeth. So sexy, I thought to myself. But my thoughts were interrupted when he placed one hand over one eye.

The mark. The same one from my waist was on his hand.

"Justine, My Dear. I'm a demon. And you're my next victim."