I sit with Brad on my bed the following weekend after homecoming. The sun shines on the both of us creating a pleasant patch of warmth. We're watching cartoons, like I said; I’m a total geek.

I toy with the ring on my finger. The light creates little rainbows of the silver, it wasn’t until after he put the ring on that I noticed that there were small diamonds on the sides.

I nearly ripped the thing off and threw it back at him; it must have cost the guy a bloody fortune. I also noticed that the “plastic” gems on the choker were actually matching onyxes. I was so close to clawing my neck off that he stared at me in alarm and asked me if I had an allergy problem he didn’t know about.

I stared at him like he was stupid.

(Like I’m one to talk)

The diamonds create little prisms of light on my already pale skin, like when your arm is underwater, except with multicolor. His tanned fingers stand out against my small pale ones.

I look into his eyes and drown in the blue depths (kill me, I’m a romantic at heart ok?).

“Hey” he says.

“Hey” I respond. A knock from the door draws our attention.

“Yo, you guys decent?” The bed shakes from the vibration of his silent laughter. I let out a small laugh.

“Yea Jules, we’re decent” I call, well, as decent as Brad can ever be. Jules brown head pops in the crack of my door, he sends us a sheepish smile before jumping on the bed, crushing me into a hug pulling me away from Brad at the same time.

“Jaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnne…make him stop” His blue eyes widen and sparkle, giving the overall look of a kicked puppy. I blink. First of all, that look means trouble, second of all the hell is he talking about?

“Who?”

“The Devil.” His eyes are serious.

“What happened?” Brad asks, already knowing whom Jules is referring to. He rolls on his side, pulling me back into his arms; I press me back against his flat chest.

“What’d he do?” I ask.

“He won’t shut up!” Jules cries, exasperated, he rolls onto his back and throws an arm across his face.

“JUUUUUUUUUUUUUULES”

“Speak of the devil…” Brad snickers. Jules groans and rolls so he’s face down and pulls a pillow over his head. I vaguely hear him groan, “Make him go away!” before my door slams open.

Burning blue eyes glare at the three of us as his six foot four frame towers over us.

“Jules.” He taps his foot on the floor impatient. Brad sits up and pulls me into his lap as he scoots to the other side of the bed, out of Lu’s reach. I hear said brother whimper.

“Hello Mr. Devil” Brad salutes my brother.

“Hi Brad” Lu responds without removing his glare from Jules’ quivering form.

“Jules your pathetic, you’re six foot two and the captain of two sports teams and you’re cowering to our brother.” I laugh.

“Psh, and this brother is named after the Devil” I hear him mutter, then he continues “but if you knew what he did I bet he’d cower to you.”

I blink, Lu pales a bit and backs up, Brad’s grip lets up and he slides out from under me. What the hell is going on?

“What’d he do?” I ask.

“He won a bet.” That explains why Lu is after Jules, but why was Brad backing up towards the door. I glare at him and he freezes like a deer caught in the headlights, headlights being my eyes which glow with the fires of a woman left out of the gossip loop.

Jules slides out from behind the pillow and starts backing up, palms outward in a gesture of peace, I fix him with the glare and he freezes next to Brad. Lu attempts to back up and I turn my glare on him.

“What bet?”

“It’s not anything big” I hear Lu mumble before Jules answers.

“He bet that you’d go running for Brad at homecoming.” Brad’s eyes dart around the room, mine dart around a second later, he probably did it to find all possible exits, I did it to find as many weapons I could get my hands on in under ten seconds.

Alarm clock, perfect. My arm inches towards it slowly.

“If he won, what did you bet?” I hear Jules gulp.

“That you wouldn’t go.”

“Did you know about this?” I glare at Brad. His head jerks and he whirls around bounding down the stairs, Jules and Lu following seconds later. What did I do?

Nothing.

Know why?

Well, aside from the fact that I was seeing red, I also had the satisfaction of knowing that I had their keys.

What?

You don’t live with the Devil incarnated for sixteen some years and not learn these tricks. I bet they didn’t even know.

When door doesn’t open and a panicked yelp echo from the general direction of the kitchen I smirk and go down the stairs. I lean in the doorframe watching the three of them panic before I clear my throat.

“Ahem”

They freeze and slowly turn to face me.

“So…how much did he win?” I smirk, twirling their keys on my finger. Their eyes dart from my face to the keys, I almost laugh. Almost, instead I cackle.

I’m such a witch. I’m sure you’re thinking something along the lines of bitch though. Feh, no difference in my book.

Lu swallows, “Fifty dollars”

“You bet fifty dollars on the prospect of me going to homecoming with Brad?” I raise an eyebrow, really, I didn’t even think there’d be any chance for Lu to win.

“Not exactly…”Brad mumbles. My eyes zoom in on him. “Hey, I didn’t know about it until homecoming myself! I’m completely faultless on this one!”

“What are the details of this bet exactly?” They shifted their weight but were saved from answering me when a familiar voice called from the foyer.

“Luc?” Relief bloomed on Lu’s face.

“Az! SAVE ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!” He cried, dashing towards the voice. Seconds later a brown haired green eyed woman enters the kitchen, Lu’s long arms draped around her as he cowers behind her, using her as a shield.

That’s Azrael; she’s been Lucifer’s best friend since they were two. She’s gone to the same school, had the same teachers, joined the same clubs, and went to Harvard with him. She works with him at the Fallen star as the head chef.

Yea that’s right, Azrael as in the “Angel of Death”. Our parent’s are extremely crazy. She has a little brother named Barachiel, the Guardian Angel.

Despite what Lu says (“I’m not going out with her Jane, that’d be like me frenching you without restraint. I don’t think either of us want that…do you?”) I do think he has non-platonic feelings for her.

I know she does. It’s obvious how she’s trying so hard to kill the blush spreading across her face.

“So what’d he do this time?” she says turning to me, we girls gotta stick together.

“Bet on me going to homecoming” she nods sagely.

“So he won?” I stare at her flabbergasted.

“You knew?”

“Yes”

“And you didn’t tell me?”

“No”

“Why?”

“He promised to split it with me.” I stare at her. Lu has corrupted her...dear lord, he's infectious!

“I give up.” I slump into a chair and toss Lu’s keys at him, he catches it and winks at me, pulling Az towards the door. “Where’re you guys going?”

“Out!” He calls.

“Out where???” Jules yells as Lu opens the door, pushing Az ahead of him.

“To pick up dates for tonight!” He yells back. Jules, Brad, and I wince, and not because he slammed the door afterwards.

Poor Az. She so needs our help.

That girl’d never get the courage to ask my brother out, he being the promiscuous playboy that he is, and she being the shy little angel that she’s come to be.

But first…

“So…about this bet…”

TBC