Page 17 of Boyfriend From Hell

Well, none of that went as planned.

I felt bad about all of it, I could have done away with the creepy entrance and the shadow show, but I selfishly wanted to make a spectacle out of it. I wasn’t entirely sure how to reveal myself to her, ripping off the bandage seemed like the easiest thing at the time.

While she gaped at me, I could see her fear, her confusion, as well as the exhaustion roiling behind her eyes, which made me feel even more guilty. As I watched her, I saw the color drain from her face, quickly… a little too quickly.

Fuck, was she about to—I watched as she collapsed to the bed.

I stood, stunned, at the foot of the bed. I had expected her to freak out, but faint?

I sighed and hung my head. If only I had googled, “how to tell the girl you like that you’re a devil. And have her understand you mean her no harm and actually like her and want her to know that she’s”—

“Do you want us to do something?” A voice chirped.

I glanced over my left shoulder to find Cam and Mal walking through the door, and sighed.

They both eyed the heap of girl on the bed and Mal smirked.

“Smooth.” Was all he said.

I groaned.

“Get one of the elixirs, that should wake her up,” I mumbled, trying to shove my embarrassment elsewhere.

The elixir was basically a smelling salt of sorts, actually it was closer to a glucose tablet or whatever those hockey-puck-like things are that people sometimes had to eat up top.

Either way, it was made from a mineral down here and was so sickly sweet most dwellers here used it to jump start their day.

Or, I supposed in this case, to wake someone up.