The Devil's Choice

I finished my homework and play outline for drama an hour ago. I texted Izzy to pick me up to go to the mall, hoping she wouldn't ask about the cafeteria today. My eyes still weren't normal. I was looking in my mirror and I couldn't look away from them. The swirling electric blue pigment was still coating them. How the hell am I going to explain this to my mom? I had to run up the stairs just to avoid her.

I closed my eyes and begged the world to please help me out, but when I opened them, they were still blue. I closed them again.

"Please, God, please." I whispered to myself. If my mom saw my eyes this way, she'd flip. She won't even let me wear contacts because they're "unholy". Imagine her surprise when these won't even come off. She's gonna strike me down with the Sword of Judgement.

I slowly opened my eyes and focused on my reflection. The blue started to drain from my eyes in a swirling motion and my normal lavender color reappeared.

"Oh, thank you!" I would praise the Lord and sing the Hallelujah chorus right now!

"Deviana! Isabel is here." I grabbed my jacket and ran downstairs, relieved to be normal again... well, my normal anyway.

"Thanks, Mom!" I kissed her cheek and ran out the door.

"No yelling in the house!" She called as I shut and locked the door behind me. I hope I remembered my keys. Izzy was leaning against the hood with the car still running.

"No yelling in the house? I would have killed her already. She isn't even obeying her own rules." I smiled at her bewildered expression.

"She's really not so bad... sometimes." She gave me her infamous 'oh, really' look.

"Fine! She's a holy water drinking, Christian glorified, psycho sometimes! But she's my mom." I confessed as I climb into the car.

"Bout time you said something true about that nut." Iz started pulling out of my driveway. As always, she rams into the neighbor's trash can.

"You little delinquents better watch where you're going! Isabel Hamilton is that you? I'm calling your father!" Mrs, Johansen came running out her front door in her bathrobe, waving her fist.

"Sorry, Mrs. Johansen." Iz muttered, knowing if her dad found out, there'd be no more car or credit card.

"She's a batty wackjob, too." She mumbled under her breath. After we'd turned the corned, she turned up the radio. We exchanged looks and smiled before we started belting Ke$ha.

"I hear your heart beat to the beat of the drums.

Oh, what a shame that you came here with someone.

So while you're here in my arms, let's make the most of the night,

like we're gonna die young."

Izzy stopped singing.

"Oh, yeah... that reminds me. What's the deal on you and Niall?" She turned the music down a bit, smiled at me, then averted her eyes back to the road.

"Ummmm... I don't know." I smiled to myself. I can't like him, right? I don't go for bad boys and Niall... he's dangerous.

"What? He's so obviously into you!"

"I don't think so... maybe he was just being polite."

"Yeah, polite enough to hold your hand!" She turned to stare at me and my cheeks turned bright red.

"You saw that?" I managed to squeak out.

"Mm-hmm... right before your eyes went all voodoo on us. What was up with that anyway?" This is what I was afraid of... I really don't wanna talk about it. But I should tell her... right? She's my best friend. She'll understand. Maybe...

"Are you going to say something?" When I snapped back to reality, I realized we'd arrived at the mall, and Izzy has already parked.

I turned to face her and took a deep breath.

"To tell you the truth... I really don't know. But something's been going on with me. I get this weird power-happy feeling and then sometimes, my veins turn bright blue... and... I got this." I held out my wrist to show her the tender snake tattoo.

"I..." She didn't go on and I began to think I was losing my best friend. She probably thought I needed to be locked up in some institute in a straight jacket.

"You think I'm crazy, don't you?"

"No." I stared at her for a second.

"Then what is it?"
"I just....understand, is all." She had a glassy look in her eyes.

When did Izzy get so... cryptic?

Notes

How are you guys liking the story? Who's team DeNiall? What do you think is wrong with Devi? Who's your favorite character? As soon as I get at least one answer to one of these questions, I'll post the next chapter in my marathon. :) There should be three or four chapters posted in it! And remember to please COMMENT, VOTE, and SUBSCRIBE! Love ya! -Kay