Daddy's Little Angel

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Authors: Shani Petroff
got me there in the first place.
    When they finished singing, Vale walked me back to my seat and told the crowd to give me one more round of applause.
    My head was buzzing. It had been the craziest day—the whole ticket drama, meeting my estranged dad for the first time, discovering my evil beginnings, performing in front of thousands of people—and it wasn’t even nine o’clock yet.

chapter 12
    Gabi could not stop jabbering as we left the concert. “You’re so lucky. I wish my dad were the devil.”
    “I’ll trade you,” I said.
    “Seriously? Then I’d definitely get straight As and the lead in Charlie Brown .” She clapped her hands together. “Or even better—my own CW dramedy. Something like High School Musical, only I’d be a witch and my boyfriend, a ghost, but I wouldn’t find that part out until season two. And my—”
    “Earth to Gabi. Having the devil for a father is not a good thing. You’re forgetting that he’s evil, and that I probably am, too.”
    She waved me off. “You totally need to watch more TV. Then you’d understand. There’s free will. In every show that has a magic element, the main character gets to choose between good and evil and—”
    “Gabi. This isn’t TV. This is my life.”
    “I know. I’m so jealous. Everyone at school will be, too. You’ll finally get your wish to be the most popular girl.”
    “That’s not what I . . .” Even I couldn’t finish that sentence. We both knew I’ve wanted that forever. “Besides, it’s not like I can tell anyone. It’s not exactly the kind of thing you want getting around. They’d be doing exorcisms on me during study hall.”
    Gabi didn’t even try and disagree with me. That’s how true it was. “But,” she said, “you can still get what you want without telling anyone. Lou will help you. Think about it. With his powers, he can convince everyone to adore you, throw you parties that make the ones on My Super Sweet 16 look low budget, give you the best clothes and music equipment. Even your own recording studio, which you, of course, would share with your best friend. There’s absolutely no limit.”
    The flurry of excitement in her voice was kind of contagious. For a brief moment, okay, two, I was tempted to take advantage of my lineage. Anything I ever wanted was right there for me to take. I could see Cole and myself ruling the school with Gabi right by my side. There’d be no homework and field trips to Great Adventure, Hawaii, and wherever else I wanted to go. Lunch would be a dessert buffet, and there’d be a whole period where people could tell me how cute Cole and I looked together. But, I came to my senses. “I don’t want people to be my friend because they were tricked into it. I want them to actually like me.”
    “Well, now, after that concert, they’ll at least know who you are. That’s a start. But I still say it’s a waste not to let Lou help you.”
    I shook my head. “Good-bye, Gabi.” We hit my street, and went in opposite directions. As I continued on my way home, who should have appeared out of nowhere again, but none other than Daddy Dearest. He startled me, but this time there was no screaming. It was weird. The crazy power stuff was actually starting to seem normal.
    “How’d you like the concert?” he asked.
    I stared straight ahead. “It was good. Thanks.”
    “Tomorrow, I was thinking, we—”
    “No,” I interrupted. “I appreciate the concert, but that’s it. I can’t continue accepting gifts from you. I mean, you’re the devil.”
    He put his hand on my shoulder and stopped walking. “Look, Angel, I just want to get to know you. I’ve been waiting for this for years.”
    “I’m sorry, but—”
    “Don’t say it,” he said. Lou got down on his knees and looked up at me. “Just think about it. Let me be your father. It’s all I’ve wanted since you were a baby. Please, Angel. You’re the most important thing in my life. You’re my daughter. I love you. I

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