Entangled (Entangled Trilogy #1) (9 page)

I walked over to the back
of the room to find him there, waiting for me patiently. I sat down
and turned to face him and ceased. He was already staring at me,
smirking.

Lucifer was
heart-stoppingly beautiful. Like very pretty; I didn’t even know if
that term applied to guys. He had beautiful wavy amber hair that
was about chin length and had crystal blue eyes that would bore
into your soul. He had broad shoulders and was pretty muscular, but
he’s more pretty than muscular. He was so gorgeous; I didn’t even
think he was human.

“Well, hello there,
Rosie,” Lucifer smiled at me. Okay, people really needed to stop
with the nicknames. “Long time, no see.”

“Um . . . My name is Rose
and this is the first time we’ve met. Ever,” I corrected
him.

“That’s what you think.
Anyways, I know your name is Rosemarie, but I’ll be opting for
Rosie. If that’s okay with you?” he questioned.

“Actually, it’s—,”I
started, but he cut me off.

“Excellent. So you like
the pet name Rosie. So what will we be talking about? By the way,
you look really hot in that dress,” Lucifer remarked as my cheeks
blazed scarlet. Who is this guy? He reminded me of James, a lot.
Lucifer had the same blue eyes and even commented on my dress the
same way as James had the first time he saw me in the dress.
Lucifer inched closer to me and I inched back. I was not his pet.
His attitude sickened me.

The rest of the period
went on in boredom. I filled him in on everything that had happened
and all that stuff while he just stared at me and smirked. At last,
I headed towards my locker, finally free from all that
nonsense.

“So, Rosie, maybe we
should go out sometimes,” Lucifer stated coolly as vibes of
confidence rolled off him. I just met him and I had a
boyfriend.

“I have a boyfriend,” I
said, slightly smiling to myself.

“Oh yeah? Who is he?”
Lucifer asked he rolled up the sleeves off his shirt to his elbows.
He looked like he was ready for a fight. I rolled my eyes at him
and his smirk grew to the point where he could no longer
smirk.

“His name is James. Call
me when you kill him,” I said, rolling my eyes. Out of the corner
of my eyes, I thought I saw Adrian, but when I turned that way, he
wasn’t there.

* * * * *

James had texted me and
told me to meet him on the roof again. He had said that it was
urgent. This was ridiculous. Lucifer hadn’t stopped following me
around the whole day and it was getting very annoying. He was
super-hot, but annoying. He was a hot pain in the neck.

“What’s up, James?” I
asked I stood next to him. He turned towards me and smothered me
with a kiss, a long one, as he kept his hands on my hips. Ever
since our first kiss, James had planned on kissing me at least
three times each day and he promised me that I would like them each
of the times.

James abruptly pulled away
and let me up for air. As I panted, he submerged his face in the
place where my shoulder and neck met. I ran my hands through his
hair and asked him what was wrong. He just shook his head and said
nothing. Not even a single word. Something was not
right.

Once James had gathered
himself, he told me that we needed to talk.

“Okay! We’ll talk, but you
seem so . . . upset. We need to talk about that first.”

“No, we don’t, Angel. I’m
fine. Did you meet Lucifer today? He’s the new guy everyone’s been
talking about,” James asked as he protectively wrapped his arms
around my waist, pulling me closer and closer until there was no
more space left between us.

“Yeah, he kinda sorta
indiscreetly asked me out,” I said.

“WHAT?! That
little—.”

“Language, James. Relax;
it’s not like I actually said yes to him.”

“
But still—.”

“I love you, James, not
Lucifer,” I said soothingly. I put my hands on his chest to
reassure him.

“Can you keep a secret?”
James asked me nervously as he gnawed his bottom lip
furiously.

“Of course I can,” I said
as I lightly touched his cheek.

“I’m not entirely human
and neither is Lucifer or Adrian. Please, listen to me, Angel. You
have to believe me. You just have to,” James pleaded.

“You told me that you
weren’t human the day in the library,” I smiled. I remember that
day as if it was yesterday. He just seemed like a freak to me, but
it turns out, he’s not. He’s a really sweet guy and I love
him.

“I’m serious, Angel. You
told me that I might be some sort of a God and guess what; I’m
closely related to him. Actually, I’m closely related to Lucifer.
He’s my Lord now,” James told me. What is he talking about? Does he
have a fever?

“What are you talking
about James? Do you have a fever? Let’s get you to the nur—,” I
started but he cut me off. I don’t like where this is going. I
think he needs some psychological help. I know this really great
psychologist named Mr. Ronald. He’s very good at what he does.
Elliot can help me out with arranging an appointment with
him.

“I am not joking,
Rosemarie. I am serious. I am not human and I am tired of keeping
it away from you. I just am,” James said sadly. I reached up to hug
him and to comfort him. I’ve never done this before so . . . I
didn’t know what to do. James needs help . . . fast. I don’t know
what’s gotten into him, but I want to be the one to fix him, if I
can. But now, from the genuine look in his eyes, I know for sure
he’s not lying nor does he need any psychological help. James is
actually serious, for the first time ever.

“James, I believe you and
just a quick question, this is what you wanted me to keep a
secret?” I asked.

“Yes, it is,” James
answered as he pulled me closer. He held onto me as if his life
depended on it. There was no more space left between us and yet,
here I am, breathing and loving him. This is the closest we’ve ever
been.

“Well, then, just one more
question. Umm . . . what,” I started as James smothered me with
another kiss. This time, it was more heated. He kissed me as if I
was his oxygen and he couldn’t get enough off me. I kissed him
back, clearly confused.

“James!” Lucifer screamed
as he burst in through the roof door. James pulled back and away
from me and turned towards Lucifer. He put me behind him
protectively as if Lucifer was going to hurt me. James eyes turned
dark black, like, from that beautiful pale blue to jet black in an
instant. This was not good. I don’t know what’s going on, but I
know for sure that this isn’t good at all. His eyes just freakin’
turned black. From blue to black. That’s scientifically impossible
as far as I’m concerned.

Right now, my mind
screamed at me to freak out, but my body betrayed my mind. I just
saw my boyfriend’s eyes change color. Then, just like the James I
know, he staggered me again. James grew wings. Wow. He was a bird?
Nope. He was an angel. James, my James, was a beautiful angel. He
just grew wings that were almost three time his size.

His wings were beautiful.
They were all black and a bit silver at the tips as the feathers
came closer to his body. They looked so silky and velvety and cozy
that I had to fight the urge not to run up to him and curl myself
up in those wings. They were majestic. I couldn’t even take my eyes
off them. They just seemed so inviting and I could just get lost in
them. I tried to focus on what was ahead of me, not James’
wings.

James lunged at Lucifer
and knocked him off his feet with James landing on top off him. He
repeatedly punched Lucifer across the face, delivering blow after
blow strongly.

“You! Because of you, I am
this stupid damned thing. I hate you. You promised her to me. You
promised me that you would back off. You promised that you wouldn’t
try to take her away from me. You broke your promise. You still
interfered. You promised to keep him away from her. Look at what
you’ve done. You fu—,” James said. Lucifer flipped him over so that
he was on top of James.

His hands curled around
James’ throat and gripped it tightly, most likely breaking off his
only connection to oxygen. For some peculiar reason, I could feel
the pain on my throat. I felt as if I couldn’t breathe anymore. It
was painful and for some reason, I knew that James felt that way
right now. I screamed once, trying to get the pain away, but it
increased with each scream.

“Watch your tongue, James.
Maybe you should watch your girlfriend, too. I would love to take
her away from you, but then again, I don’t want to see my future
wife suffer,” Lucifer said. I gasped, both because of what Lucifer
had said and also because I was running out of oxygen.

Who is he? I was
definitely not going to be his future wife. What the hell? What are
they talking about? Under normal circumstances, I would be thrilled
of the idea of two guys fighting over me but now, it all felt
surreal.

“Get your hands off my
throat. Rosemarie can’t breathe either,” James managed to tell
Lucifer through gritted teeth.

Lucifer got off James and
strode towards me with confidence. James’ throat felt . . . open
again and so did mine. I tried and tried to breathe quickly, trying
to get more oxygen. I am not going to die like this.

“Hello, Rosie. I just
wanted to tell you that I am in love with you and I would
appreciate it if you would consider going out with me and break up
with him. If you do become mine, I won’t hurt anyone you love, but
if you reject me . . .,” Lucifer smirked. The flower pots on either
side of me shattered. It just went KABOOM! One minute it was a pot,
the next; it was in pieces like my heart right now. Lucifer did
that without touching. He just narrowed his eyes at it and it went
KABOOM! He was giving me a blunt threat. Why? If he really loved
me, why would he want to hurt me?

“Well, then, now you know
what I am capable of doing,” Lucifer finished off. “Sweet dreams,
Rosie.” And with that, he walked off, getting away from me and
James while I just stared at him.

James casually walked over
to me, back in his normal self, and put his arms out and inched
closer to me, wanting to hold me, but I stopped him, taking a few
steps back.

“Who are you? Actually,
no. What are you?” I asked, horrified. I thought of Elliot and what
would happen if I lost him, my only family.

“Rosemarie, it’s not what
it looks like. I can explain, really. Please don’t leave me once
you find out the truth about me. Please, I need you. I lov—,” James
started.

“Answer me! What are you?
If you really loved me, you would’ve told me all of this earlier.
You don’t love me, at all. You’re such a liar,” I yelled, enraged
as the tears finally fell out of my eyes. James flinched at my
sudden eruption. I was never mad at anyone except for
now.

“I-I’m a fallen angel,”
James stated, not very proud of it.

That wasn’t so bad. I
could date a fallen angel. As long as he is from Heaven’s side.
That would mean that he is blameless. Harmless even. This all seems
unreal, but after watching him like that, I know for sure fallen
angels really exist.

“Which side?” I said, my
voice barely a whisper.

“From-from Lucifer’s
side.”

chapter 8

break-ups and make-ups

My instinct was to run
past him and this crazy school, away from all of these people and
into the safety of my brother. He would know what to do, he always
does. I stood there, on the roof, completely numb. My whole body
and mind was numb. I tried my best to process his words. Surely,
I’ve heard wrong.

“
I-I’m a fallen
angel.”

“
From-from Lucifer’s
side.”

His words kept playing
over and over again in my head like a broken radio or something. He
was joking, right?

“
Y-you’re from—from
L-Lu—,” I stammered, trying to even out my breathing.

“
Yes, love. But, love,
really, I’m not proud of it either. I was afraid to tell you
because I was scared that I might lose you, for good this time. I
wasn’t ready to go through that all over again. I’m sorry, that was
very selfish of me and I shouldn’t have done it,” James said, his
voice heavy with dismay and pain and something else.

“
You’re lying to me and
this,” I said, pointing around the whole roof and everything, “is
all just some sort of a nightmare. Please tell me this is a
nightmare, James. I need to know that this is a nightmare. You’re
lying. Any second now, you’re going to burst out laughing and
yelling ‘gotcha,’ right?”

“
I-I’m a fallen
angel.”

“
From-from Lucifer’s
side.”

I tried my best to ignore
that voice and tried to shove it out of my mind but it was
futile.

“
Hello, Rosie. I just
wanted to tell you that I am in love with you and I would
appreciate it if you would consider going out with me and break up
with him. If you do become mine, I won’t hurt anyone you love, but
if you reject me . . .”

Great, now Lucifer’s
voice. I did see what he could do without even touching or
anything. I didn’t even want to think about what he could do to me,
Elliot, Maddie or even poor Savvy.