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Dawn Turner

"Poke! Poke! Poke!" I laughed with a snort while poking Alexander.

He narrowed his eyes at me without reacting to my constant poking. "I don't recall allowing you to touch me."

"I never allowed you to try and kill me multiple times either but here we are." I glared at him.

"You can't just smack a fallen angel across the face with a pan and expect to be on good terms with him. This is like stabbing the devil in the ass multiple times and expecting him not to drag you to the deepest level of hell and torturing you. It makes no sense."

I pointed my finger in his face accusingly." You called me a hoe." A frown was stapled on my face when I recalled the incident.

He shot me a fake smile. "Then you should've insulted me back and called it a day."

"Whatever..." My frown deepened when I realized he might've had a point there. This still doesn't excuse any of the stuff he's doing to me. I shook my head to clear my thoughts. Today we have a truce. "Drink more." I commanded him.

He shook his head at me. "I'm fine, it's all yours."

What a boring angel.

Zach would have been having a lot more fun if he was with me here. "Hey! You are not drunk enough. That wasn't part of the deal."

I grabbed the Tequila bottle, took a couple more gulps, and handed it back to Alexander, ushering him to continue drinking

He rolled his eyes at me. "I'm pretty sure part of the deal was also you entertaining me. You are not really doing a great job at that, by the way. It's a good thing you work with art and not in the entertainment industry because you wouldn't last a day over there."

Well, maybe if he had the ability to get drunk he would be having more fun right now.

"No poopy heads are allowed in here! Go. Drink. Now. Or else." I tried my best to look threatening but I failed miserably.

"You have been calling me a poopy head for about 3 hours and the only thing that smells like shit right now is you."

"You sure are great at hurting people's feelings, you asshole." I was shooting daggers at him with my eyes now.

He seems to be a mad drunk.

Like the type of drunk who gets pissed at literally everything.

He was now leaning on the counter, deep in thoughts, and seemed to just enjoy insulting me as a way to pass time.

I mean if it made him happy then that was the deal, I guess.

"I also don't know if you noticed but I'm still sober. As I said, no amount of drinking is going to get me drunk." I rolled my eyes at his response. Word of advice? Never have a party with a fallen angel. "It's not even a party. There's no music playing in the background." He stated with a monotone voice.

He has a response for everything, doesn't he?

"Stop snooping around my mind. Only God is allowed to do that." He raised his brow at me. "Yeah, don't look at me like that. He might not be present here right now but he can kick your fallen ass back to church, bitch."

"For someone that talks about God a lot, you sure love to swear often." The urge to smack that smile right off his face with my pan again was very high right now.

I was about to send a random insult his way when I heard people laughing and clapping in my head. "Can you hear people cheering my name or is it just me?" I giggled with a shy blush on my cheeks.

This is why I don't drink, I can barely control myself.

If someone clapped in my ear right now, I probably wouldn't even hear it.

Clap.

"Well I heard that." I giggled again while pointing an accusing finger at Alexander. He is such a grumpy kid, he has barely smiled at all today. I consider myself a pretty funny and likeable person so there's no reason for him to be this bored.

Surely there's something wrong with him, and him only.

Definitely.

"Can I please make you unconscious by using my evil witch powers and disappear? Frankly, that would be more entertaining than enduring this torture." I shot him a glare then flipped him off.

"I am very fun to be around. Just ask him." I pointed at a picture of my dead grandpa.

"Well, now we know why he died." He shot me a fake smile.

I let out a gasp of horror.

There's no way I don't look like shit right now. My hair was flying everywhere and my eyes were still red from the lack of sleep. I was still wearing my pajamas but it didn't really bother me anymore. I'm too drunk for that.

"Excuse me? I'll have you know, my grandpa thought I was a very smart and well collected, responsible, young woman! He told me so himself." Of course right after saying that, I had to trip over the carpet and fall flat on my ass.

I rubbed my ass in pain while blushing furiously.

When I tried to stand up again, I tripped for the second time, falling back down on my face.

"Ow."

"What were you saying again? Well collected and responsible young woman?" He asked sarcastically, arms crossed over his chest.

As a fallen angel, he sure lives up to his image of being an annoying asshole.

"Shut up." As usual, my comebacks were very lacking. I reached for the bottle again and took another gulp. I can't even feel my throat anymore. Not to mention, it's suddenly getting really hot in here.

I carefully placed the bottle back on the counter and proceeded to take off my hoodie. Alexanders eyes widened and he turned around in a matter of a second. "What do you think you're doing?" His voice was loud. It seems like I caught him off guard.

"It's hot, dude." I threw my hoodie on the floor and stood there with all my shirtless glory.

Well, I'm actually over reacting. I still had a sports bra on.

"One, never call me dude again. Two, you can't just undress yourself in front of others just because you're hot." He thinks I'm hot? "THAT IS NOT WHAT I MEANT." I giggled when I realized he heard that.

"Well, you didn't seem to mind me being shirtless in the dressing room." I narrowed my eyes at him.

He was still covering his eyes.

"I did, actually. Which is why I looked at you straight in the eyes." He removed his hands but still didn't pay me a glance. "Also, I was the one catching you off guard back then. Now it's you doing that to me and I don't like it."

"Oh yeah hold on, let me just add that to the list of things you hate. So far, you hate pretty much every single thing to ever exist." I jotted down in my imaginary notebook. "Now let me look at the list of things you love... Oh look, killing me is right there at the top of the page." I made sure I sounded excited. "I think that's saying something, Xander."

His body became stiff, making me confused. His eyes met mine and I saw anger in them. Why is he suddenly mad?

"Don't call me that, ever."

I nodded at him slowly even though I didn't understand why why calling him Xander made him this angry.

"I won't call you that again."

"Good, and I think I found the perfect guy for you." He rolled his eyes and I heard him mutter the word Az.

Who's Az?

Alexander's eyes widened when I asked that.

I raised my brows and was about to ask why he looked so annoyed but was cut off by the sound of a 'whoosh' from behind me.

"Did anyone say my name?" A deep voice whispered in my ear. I jumped towards Alexander in shock but he just shook his head at my lack of clothing and backed away like I was some sort of disease.

"Get out of here, Azza. Are you insane?" Alexander glared at the stranger behind me.

I turned to look at him and maybe it's all the tequila that I drank but I was not disappointed with that I saw at all.

In front of me stood a guy with back hair and I swear I've never seen the color black look this dark before. His eyes were the deepest shade of green and they were staring right at me.

I don't know how I haven't passed out yet.

"Hello there, gorgeous. My name is Azza but Xander calls me Az." He smirked when Alexander shot him a glare. He seemed to have a thick accent and I couldn't tell where it was from.

Probably hell.

Unironically.

He extended his hand for me to shake. "What are you?" I asked him while looking at his black wings with awe. Is he a fallen angel like Alexander?

I shook his hand for some weird reason, probably the alcohol.

"Why, yes I am. Let me just say, If angels were classified in categories, I'd definitely be an Angel of Desire because that's what I'm feeling around you." He winked at me.

Alexander rolled his eyes.

"I'm Dawn. If humans were classified in categories, I would probably be a human of denial cause that's all your ass is getting." I returned the wink and his jaw dropped.

"Now this is what I call a fun party, keep going." Alexander laughed at his friend and placed his arm around my shoulder. "Holy shit, you're still shirtless." He immediately removed his hand from my shoulder and backed away.

"Feisty, I like that." The fallen angel, Az , turned his gaze towards Alexander and gave him a nod of approval. "I now see why you're obsessed with her." Alexander looked taken aback. He pursed his lips with annoyance.

"I'm not obsessed with her, I want to kill her." He emphasized his words. I found myself glaring at his tall figure.

No need to be that blunt about it.

"Hot, hot. Tell me more." Az looked at the both of us with lust. Well damn, someone has been lonely for a very long time.

"Just leave, Azza. You have no business here." Alexander made a move to go to his friend but I stopped him.

I stood straight, making sure that my voice came out strong and confident. "Hey! This is my party. I have a say in who stays and who leaves my house." The two boys turned to look at me.

"Thank you." Azza smiled.

"Yeah... you're gonna have to leave." I giggled when his jaw dropped for the second time today. "I'm sorry! There is not enough cookies for the three of us."

He nodded with understanding.

"I totally get it now." He smiled at me again.

"Thank you for being so understanding." I returned his smile and we both turned to look at a dumbfounded Alexander.

Azza waved at him. "Goodbye man and good luck with her." He winked and disappeared with a blink of an eye.

I still need to learn how to do that.

"Do you know what this means?" I yelled out with excitement. "More cookies for us!!" I hurried to the kitchen to get the plate of cookies.

"Why on earth did I agree to this?" A grumpy Alexander muttered from behind me but I ignored him and started munching on my cookies.