"Oh Em Gee! Seriously? You and Bentley? In this club?" Erin's eyes had doubled in size. "Did you and he...you know...play doctor?" She didn't wait for an answer. She started to laugh hysterically. "Oh, um excuse me, Dr. Gorgeous. This hurts right here. Yeah. See this lipstick smudge on my tender tummy? Yeah, can you like, grab like, my shirt like, and like do a quick check with your very long stethoscope?" Erin dropped down with her hands on her knees and started to crack up.

Sara had to pull her friend back up by her red cape. "Would you stop!" she giggled. "Someone might hear you!"

Erin stuck out her tongue. "Like who else can possibly hear me say that you and Bentley hooked up in this INCREDIBLY loud club?" She put her hands on her hips.

Sara groaned. "We didn't hook up. We just played...a little."

Erin made a face. "So that's what they're calling it now?" She slapped Sara on the shoulder.

"Good evening, ladies," a deep seductive voice whispered.

Startled, both girls spun around at the same time.

Erin let out an involuntary gasp of astonishment.

Sara felt her jaw hit the floor.

The mysterious figure before them was very tall. And very broad. Rich golden ringlets framed a chiseled face that was, to Sara's intense surprise, unbelievably handsome.

The mysterious boy wore a blood red devil costume. Dark black horns jutted out from a headpiece on his head. The horns were a stark contrast to his lustrous golden ringlets of hair.

He took Erin's hand and kissed it, causing Erin to giggle in a hiccupping, silly frenzy.

He then lifted Sara's wrist, uninvited, and pressed the back of her hand ever so gently to his very delicious lips. "Nice tattoos. What's your name?"

Sara fought the blush that burned up and down her throat.

One tiny little kiss on her hand and already her body was losing control!!! What was the matter with her?

Sara shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. When she focused back on the mysterious boy, she saw his eyes were a deep icy blue. They were devil's eyes, just like his costume. The kind that threaten to swallow you up if you were to stare too long into them.

"Your name?" the boy repeated. His ice-colored eyes took on a playful, yet sinister look.

"Um...um..." Sara couldn't make her voice work properly.

"It's Sara," Erin cut in. "Her name is Sara."

The boy grinned at Erin. "Is that so?" he said.

"You didn't ask me my name?" Erin said. She batted her eyelashes. It seemed she'd forgotten about Trevor completely. In a way, Sara really couldn't blame her. This boy was hauntingly beautiful.

"I already know you, Red Riding Hood," he said.

Erin laughed. "Very funny."

"I overheard you girls talking," the handsome boy said simply.

Sara arched an eyebrow. "What did you hear?"

"Enough," he replied with a devilish smirk.

Sara noticed his teeth were sparkling white against his very red lips.

"So...you and Ben are a thing?" the mysterious boy asked.

"Kind of," Sara said.

The devil snickered. "Yeah, I don't think so."

"Do you know Bentley?" Erin asked. She crossed her arms.

The devil nodded. "Sure. Ben and I go way, way back."

"We didn't catch your name," Sara said. She sensed there was something unsettling about this boy, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

"Call me..." He looked directly at Sara. "Halo."