Devil May Cry

Dimensions to your world and the next

Chapter 43

Warnings: Language and Violence

*Author's Note: My keyboarddddd! Why is it making me re-do entire paragraphs? Ugggghhh, I'm soo, soo sorry if these chapters aren't gonna look as well as they should. Would someone know why it's eating the letters in front of it?

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"Way back, hm?" Nicholas spoke. Did his voice just hold disappointment? Okay, maybe it would be rude to use him to win a bet, but you didn't really have to do anything that would add to your guilt, right? All you needed to do was lead him on a little and he would do the rest, the look in his eyes should that he held interest of you, that was all that was needed for your confidence.

"Yep, we're really old friends," you said.

"You two aren't...?" he trailed off.

You shook your head before Dante could speak. "Oh, no, we're just really good friends, that's all."

"Yeah, friends with benefits," Dante whispered to himself, glancing towards the window.

"Oh, I see."

"How long have you been working here for?" you asked, gaining a narrowed glance from Dante. He had already seen right through your plan, not liking it one bit. But he wasn't going to admit defeat; he would keep on his poker face until you and he were out of there. And get a really nice and arousing back massage from you. He grinned at the very thought, imagining you rubbing your hands over top your bare back, almost feeling the sensual touch of your skin against his. He snapped out of it momentarily when he noticed Nicolas leaning further towards you. Dante crossed his arms over his chest. It wasn't like him to get jealous so easily, and he was going to keep it that way.

"Nicholas!" A woman shouted from across the diner. You and the waiter looked up, starring at an unsatisfied Alice, her hand on her hip.

Nicholas sighed. "Forgive me sweetheart, I have to get your food," he whispered, taking his hands off the table and making his way to the counter. You watched as he left, your eyes suddenly recognizing a pair of eyes on you. You looked over at Dante, a confused look on your face.

"Oh, so you're going to play it that way, huh?" Dante spoke.

You smiled innocently. "What do you mean?"

"You'll do anything to win, won't you?"

You looked away from him, resting your chin on the palm of your hand. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

Dante snorted, laughing silently to himself at your lame cover up. All he had to do was ignore the boy and he was already set as the winner. The only problem is: how far will the waiter go?

"I got your food right here," Nicolas said, holding up two plates in one hand. He set down a bottle of ketchup for the fries. Slowly he placed Dante's plate in front of him, soon placing your own.

"Thank you." you replied politely, only hearing a short mumble from Dante as he sipped his Pepsi.

Nicholas then looked about the diner, starring at the empty seats all around. He brought his sight back at Dante and you.

"You two don't mind if I sit here, do you? It looks like I don't have much of a job here."

You smiled sweetly. "I don't mind, Dante?" You turned your gaze over to him.

Dante suppressed from biting his bottom lip. If he could he would have said no, but that would only make you the winner considering he was showing a sense of possessiveness about you. Dante kept his composure, dipping his chicken finger in his barbeque sauce. "Dude, be my guest."

"Thanks," Nicholas said, sliding in the booth beside you. "It's hard to have a real conversation with Alice. She's too bitter nowadays."

"No kidding...want a fry?" you offered.

"Nah, I'm good, but thanks. Ya know I have to hand it to you for showing her up. What did she do to get you really rattled?"

You were silent for a moment. Confessing that you felt offended when Alice was flirting with Dante right in front of your eyes wouldn't be the wisest; you were indicating that you may have a flattery for the man in front of you. You thought of something quick. "She was a little nosy into our personal lives."

Nicholas nodded. "She gets like that sometimes, not to mention she seems to become a little more friendly towards the guy customers she's interested in whether they're with a girl or not."

Dante tried ignoring the conversation, but it was far difficult then he had intended. When Nicholas mentioned his last remarked Dante had brought an accusing eye towards him. Exactly what did Nicholas think he was doing right now? He was being judgmental about someone when he was doing the same thing. He really didn't like this guy.

You were just continuing on eating your food as Nicholas continued the conversation. He wasn't exactly the guy you had expected. He talked a lot and seemed a little big headed. Now, the idea of flirting with him wasn't something you wanted to do. But to be polite you kept a smile on, eating your food quietly along with Dante who also didn't say much of a word either, until he suddenly got up. A wave of hope ran through you, did you win the bet? Could you tell the guy beside you to shut up now that Dante has given up?

"Gotta go to the rest room," Dante informed and began walking away.

Oh, man, don't leave me alone with him, you remarked mentally, absently dipping your French fry into a blob of ketchup. Suddenly you felt a weight on your head rest. At the corner of your eye you took a glimpse of Nicholas' arm rested behind you, as if tempting to wrap around your shoulders. Damn it, why couldn't he have done this when Dante was here? At least I would've known I would be saved if he tried anything, you thought.

"So, honey, I'm interested to know if you a man in your life?" he asked slyly. Well, there went his boyish charm. Was he just putting up a polite act in front of Dante? And now you had to deal with the real thing by yourself. Ah, shit.

With a short sigh, you answered. "No..."

Nicholas seemed to lean in a little closer. You kept your sight away from his gaze however. "I was wondering if you wanted to chill with me tomorrow night. One of my friends is having this real awesome party at his house."

"I think I'll pass..."

"Aw, c'mon, sugar. They're going to have beer and music there, a private DJ. He also has a swimming pool."

Didn't he understand the word no? Right now you could honestly say you didn't care about the outcome of the bet, you would gladly make Dante the winner if he got this guy away from you, even if you had to ask him to. Suddenly you felt his arms slide around your shoulders.

"Get your arm off of me," you whispered bitterly, glaring at him from the corner of your eye.

"Calm down babe, just come with me to the party and I'll make it up to you--" Nicholas suddenly stopped, feeling a tight grasp on his shoulder.

"I think the lady already said no."

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*Author's Note: *Gasp*! Who know it would turn out like this with the good-looking waiter who seems to be a hypocrite! (Not sure if I spelled that wrong, 'cause I don't get to spell it often.... sorry ^^')