I Know You're There: Malevolent Innocence

*Conclusion to the I Know You're There trilogy* Reuben's dead. Never to return. Tori doesn't grieve, she gets on with her life. In fact, her and Damien's wedding is coming up. Sure, she loves him, but not like she loved Reuben. Everything's fine; absolutely fine. Despite the fact she cries herself to sleep, and prays for Reuben to come back every moment, everything's fine. What am I saying? It's Tori Hills, nothing's going to be fine, especially when she's about to devote her life to the wrong guy. 'I swear, if mine and Reuben's love was fire, we'd be nothing, but ash.'

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6. 'Costa or Starbucks?'

Drake allowed me to calm down, as I sat on the cold, hard ground, sifting through my distorted thoughts. After a while, I called Damien, telling him I bumped into an old friend, and I was going to get coffee with him. He said it was fine, and I hung up.

"Come on, you need to tell me what you're going to do," I said, getting to my feet, without falling over.

"Okay, if you must know," he replied, pretending to be exasperated.

Even though we kind of got off on the wrong foot, I could tell he was going to be a brother. Then again, that's what I thought about Damien... Nah, Drake probably had a long trail of girls after him, and I didn't want to interfere. 

We didn't talk about his assignment as we walked into the town centre, we just talked about random stuff. I found out that him and Reuben were super close, until Damien got in the way. Apparently Damien had never liked Drake, but Reuben kind of gave it the blind eye, hoping his two closest friends would get along. In the end, Drake left for a quick assignment in France, and when he returned, he stood no chance with being Reuben's friend. 

"So, I guess you kinda dislike Damien, pretty boy," I teased, nudging his ribs with my elbow.

"Just a bit," Drake replied,wincing.

He explained that him and Reuben met, when they were thirteen, and Drake was scared as hell by him. Eventually, Reuben let down his tough guard, and they became friends. Two years later, Reuben was assigned to me, and they were still friends. Another year later, Reuben got Damien to be my second Guardian Angel, as he didn't want to trouble Drake with me. Damien basically ignored Drake, then there was Drake's whole France thing. A few months later, Drake found out about Reuben's death, and was devastated.

"When we were still friends, he didn't shut up about you, sweetheart," he smirked, "Seriously, I've still got a headache from it."

I laughed, "Oh, really, pretty boy? What did he say about me?" I asked, pretending not to be too interested.

"Well, he didn't really say much about you, he kind of whined about how much of an idiot he was to you. He said he really regrets letting you go, because of some bullies," he shrugged his shoulders, and I felt... I didn't know. It wasn't guilt, nor was it exactly joy... I didn't know.

"Oh..." was all I could manage to say.

"Yep. Costa or Starbucks?" he asked, gesturing to both shops.

"Costa," I instantly replied, afraid to go near Starbucks, a place with so many memories.

He gave me a weird look, raising an eyebrow at my quick answer, but didn't push it. We walked in, and the warmth enveloped us. The smell of coffee hit me pretty hard, and I knew I could really use a good caffeine boost. We ordered, and Drake paid for mine, despite my protests.

"Trying to buy my friendship, pretty boy?" I joked, sitting next to the window.

Drake slid in the booth too, opposite me, "Totally," he laughed, shoving his wallet in his back pocket.

"You know your car's gonna get clamped, right?" I raised an eyebrow, remembering how he just left it there.

"Trust me, sweetheart, I have my ways around the police," he smirked knowingly, and my eyebrow just raised further.

I let it go, and leant back, as a waitress set our drinks down. She leant right over Drake, giving him a good whiff of her cheap perfume. I saw him try to cover his cringe up, and I almost burst out into a fit of giggles. The waitress gave me her best death glare, but it looked more like she'd sucked on some lemon. As she walked away, she swayed her hips, checking that Drake was 'drooling' over her. By 'drooling', he was more or less cowering in the corner of the booth.

"Creepy!" he hissed, a smile playing with the corners of his lips.

"Hey, you should give her your number," I joked, stirring my coffee.

"Ha-ha, very funny," he replied, grabbing his drink.

It was a red berry fruit cooler, which is basically just a really cold smoothie. It was a burgundy colour, and looked extremely thick, chunks of ice in it. I shivered at the thought of drinking it, as he took a big gulp.

"Right, so, what's plan A?" I asked, taking a sip of my coffee.

"Well, I know some people, and I was planning on getting this guy I know to interrupt the wedding - you know, to make it all dramatic," he smirked, "You then leave with him, and live with us for a few months, until it's all forgotten. You can then go back to your family, and Damien will be off, on a new assignment," he easily breezed through the plan.

"What? Like, the whole 'I object!' thing?" I frowned, not really sure how this would work.

"Yup," he nodded, popping the 'p'.

"Okay... But I can't lie," I said.

"Reuben told me, sweetheart. You don't have to do anything, except don't tell Damien I'm here," he shrugged his shoulders, and I thought it through.

It was simple enough. All I had to do was turn up at my wedding, and walk away, just not with Damien. Drake had everything sorted, and he'd probably covered any consequences, too. Sounds good.

"All right, you've got a deal, pretty boy," I decided, holding my hand out.

"Good, wouldn't want to disappoint Reuben, sweetheart," he smirked, shaking my hand.

"And stop calling me sweetheart," I tried to be stern, but I probably looked like an angry kitten.

"Sure thing, baby girl," his smirk increased, and I rolled my eyes.

"Okay, you can go back to sweetheart," I laughed, really not liking the sound of 'baby girl', as it sounded like something Reuben would call me.

"Well, you're the one calling me pretty boy," he defended himself, holding his hands up.

"Yeah, but you are a pretty boy. Trust me, by the time it gets to the wedding, you won't be calling me sweetheart," I warned, an evil smile on my face.

"And the scary part is, is that I know you're not kidding," he replied, gazing out the window.

I followed his gaze, staring into Starbucks. It was practically remote, a few business men sat with their laptops, simply there for the free WI-FI. Coming out of Starbucks, was a tall blond guy, carrying my jacket. A few seconds later, I gasped, realising it was Damien. I cursed under my breath, and Drake followed my stare.

"Whoa, he looks different," Drake said, in shock.

"Who cares how he looks!? If he sees you, he won't let me anywhere near you!" I hissed, trying to hide my face.

"Chill, sweetheart, I got this," Drake smoothly got up, and headed outside.

Damien was heading for Costa, clearly trying to find me, to give me my jacket. Why couldn't he just call me, and ask me if I needed it? Damn, it was sweet, but really!?

I saw Drake walk around the front of the coffee shop, until he came into Damien's path. He then diverted his gaze to the floor, and walked straight into Damien. I cringed, at where this was going. I saw Damien mouth 'What the hell?', as he turned on Drake. His face then turned pale, as he recognised the Angel. Being cocky, Drake plastered a smile on his face, and greeted Damien as if they were long-time-no-see best mates.

Second by second, Damien's face got redder, with anger. I had no idea what Drake was saying, as his back was to me, but I could tell he was saying it cheerfully. He was probably guilting Damien. Oh, God. I squeezed my eyes shut, not wanting to see this.

When I opened them, I saw Damien snapping his arm back, ready for a punch.

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