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Walking back to the dorm with Ashley and the rest of her group, Y/n could feel the tension flowing around them in constant waves. She went straight to her room, tearing off her ruined top and chucking it across the room, as she collapsed on her bed she replayed the last activity in her head. The way she had attacked Luke first and how his strong arms had flipped her. On a real blood moon he would have killed her.
Tears filled her eyes. She was so stupid. Stupid to think even for a second that she could be with Luke. It would never end well, Y/n knew that, but she couldn't help herself. The angel girl couldn't even express how he made her feel, it wasn't like anything she had ever experienced. It was a rush and she loved it but she hated herself for feeling that way. It was wrong.
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Nobody talked at dinner, the tension was still thick in the air and Y/n couldn't breathe. Not once did she look at Luke the whole time.
On the walk back to the dorm, the angel girl walked with Ashley, but the blue haired girl didn't say anything because she already knew. Ashley could tell what was going on in her friend's head like they had known each other for years. Y/n, even though only actually knowing the girl a short time, considered Ashley one of her best friends now— she wondered what her friends back at home would do with that, they didn't come here like her and probably will never befriend a demon.
Y/n went to bed early that night but she couldn't sleep, she lied awake for hours. Turning over in bed the angel looked at the clock on her beside table, the numbers illuminated blue, it was 3:02 AM.
The angel girl sighed, lying on her back she pushed the sheets off of her and got up. Deciding to venture into the living room. She had a feeling someone was out there but ignored it and stepped out into the large space, her feeling had been right though, because sitting on one of the couches with his back to her was Luke.
Y/n could tell it was him from his messy blonde, slightly still quiffed hair and broad shoulders. She considered creeping back into her room just as Luke turned around and their eyes met. They both froze, staring at each other and breathing deeply.
The angel girl and demon boy stayed like that for a few long seconds before Luke abruptly stood and slowly walked up to her, realising how he might have initially scared her, he stopped right in front of her.
The eye contact never faltered, not until they both glanced at each other's lips. Y/n's mind was racing, as was Luke's and in a split second, a flash, Y/n crashed her lips to meet Luke's. The demon boy immediately kissed back, grabbing her waist as her hands tangled in his blonde locks. He then led them back to the couch he had previously abandoned and pushed her down on it, hovering above her as they connected their lips again.
Needing air they pulled apart, the demon boy looked down at the beautiful angel girl beneath him. Y/n's eyes were still closed and for a moment everything was perfect and right in the world, angels and demons and all of it didn't exist and it was just them, together. But all moments end, one single tear ran down the side of Y/n's face and onto the couch below as the world came rushing back.
She opened her eyes and shaking her head slightly she whispered, "what are we doing?"
Luke slowly stroked away a few strands of hair falling in her eyes, then caressed her cheek, "I don't know."
Y/n got up slightly, indicating to Luke that she wanted him to get off of her, the demon boy then stood and looked down at her. The angel sat up, matching his stare.
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It became a thing. Every night when the others were fast asleep, they would meet in the living room. They would never go farther than kissing though, both still scared of the unknown, not that they didn't want to. A lot of the time they would just hold each other and lay together on the couch, just being with each other and breathing the other in. The angel and demon never talked about it, during or after, and in the day time they acted as if it they weren't together a few hours ago.
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3 AM
Three quick, soft knocks echoed in Y/n's room from her door, followed by a soft whisper of her name. Her eyes were closed but sleep wouldn't come, not when she had built a new routine. She knew who it was at her door. She hadn't gone to the living room that night, or should she say morning.
The angel girl heard quiet ruffles from outside her door then a sliding of fabric and a gentle, audible, thud. Luke was sitting outside her door, back to the cold wood, Y/n didn't know what to do.
She wasn't sure why she hadn't gone out into the living room tonight, part of her wanted to go out there now and hold Luke and kiss him and tell him everything she was feeling. But the bigger part of her was scared, that part of her didn't want to go out there, that part of her wanted to say in her room, ignore it and pretend to be asleep.
That part won.
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Y/n didn't come out into the living room tonight and Luke didn't know how to feel. He was hurt but he wasn't angry, he was disappointed yet not really surprised. This wasn't going to last forever, Luke knew that, but he thought that maybe this could have turned into something more.
So as Luke sat, with his back against Y/n's door, he let his mind blank out.
Luke wasn't too sure how long he's been sitting there now, it could have been seconds, minutes, hours, but as he payed closer attention to his surrounding he noticed the dim light of the early morning and finally decided to get up and go back to his room.
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Calum kept thinking about Michael. About his emerald green eyes, eyes that take his breath away when they meet his own. About his bright red lips, that all he wants to do is taste again. About his crimson coloured hair, hair that was the colour of blood yet how much he'd like to run his hands through it like he did on the night of the party.
But it's for all those reasons why Calum has to deny it. Because he shouldn't be thinking this way about another boy, especially not about a demon boy. Calum never thought he was gay, he never even considered it a possibility, but now, as thoughts of a sexy demon boy cloud his head, Calum realises that he definitely is and always has been yet never realised it. He wonders how much his parents would freak out if they knew the truth, or if they could see into Calum's mind and read his thoughts and feelings. Calum decides he doesn't want to know.
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Michael couldn't get Calum out of his head. It felt like every moment of the day was spent with Calum on the brain. When Michael woke up each morning; Calum. When Michael went to bed each night; Calum. The only one distraction he had was Luke. The younger demon boy had been acting strangely himself lately and Michael had noticed on a few nights when he randomly woke up that Luke left their room in the middle of the night.
He could see Luke was keeping a lot to himself lately and it was only then when the red haired boy put everything together. He already knew there was something going on with Luke and Y/n, he could feel it, but if was only now that he realised what a similar situation he was in to the blonde.
Maybe he should talk to Luke about it... But could he trust the other demon boy?
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The next morning Ashley sat in Y/n's room, the angel girl was brushing her hair and Ashley was painting her nails red. It was nice how they could sit in a comfortable silence and it not be awkward. Sometimes Y/n wondered if the other's had bonded like this.
"Are you okay?" Ashely asked, seemingly out of the blue.
"Yeah..? Why?" YN asked back, "are you?"
"I'm okay but I know you're not... Something's been different lately."
Y/n froze and looked at the demon girl with wide eyes for a moment, "why didn't you say anything sooner?"
"I didn't think you'd wanna talk about it," Ashley replied.
"Yeah well, I still don't..."
Ashley frowned, but she didn't push any further, Y/n will tell her when she's ready.