Dangerous Seduction

First Aid

The next week was spent doing homework-at my dorm, at the library (which barely anyone showed up to) and in the cafeteria. I had seen Darien and usually Hudson with him in the cafeteria. He only looked at me once and that was only for a moment. He wasn't interested and pathetically, my whole plan of experiencing intimacy kind of was pushed to the backburner. I knew I was pretty; I had a nice tiny nose and a sweet smile. Maybe I wasn't his type.

Maybe I wasn't anyone's type.

Yup.

Definitely that.

I had no sexual attraction-I wasn't magnetic. Unlike Darien, he had girls pawing at him, sitting on his lap, whispering sweet nothings to each other and even once, I saw a make out session between him and one of the many lucky ladies.

As I sat on my bed, hair done up in an incredible messy bun, I wondered if I'd end up alone. My dad would love that. He was overprotective, especially when it came to boys and he had always worried of his position as Governor that they would be interested in our old heritage and wealth then me.

But I decided, I would be good on my own. I knew how to keep myself entertain since I had been doing it forever. I didn't need some guy.

I bit down on my pen and scanned my textbook. The door shook and I heard muttering. In a minute, Willow was through the door like a wild woman. She still struggled to get her keys in every time.

"Get ready," she demanded, racing to her closet.

I didn't move. "I'm studying."

"Hun, it's first semester-it's not even close to the end of September yet. Live a little. Come to the party," she said as she threw outfits on her bed and debated her options. "Definitely the skinny jeans tonight."

"I just don't really feel like going out," I mumbled, attempting to focus on the words. The words didn't make sense though and I continually reread one sentence over and over again. If I went, what if he was there? I really didn't want to ever see him or speak to him again.

Willow pouted, crawling across her own bed and sitting down on my notes. "Listen here. You're young and pretty and you need to have a social life other than hanging out with me at lunch time," she lectured and I sighed, annoyed that my notes were buried under her bottom. "You can borrow something of mine instead of wearing your white dress again."

"I like my white dress," I whined as she got up. "If I go, then I get to wear my white dress."

"Okay, but without the cardigan," she shouted from within her closet.

"No way."

"Yes way. Have you seen your boobs? I'd kill to have them," she hissed, coming out of the closet and stripping down. "Seriously, women pay millions of dollars to get boobs just like yours." I awkwardly tugged at my tank top. I wasn't ready to go all out and walk around exposing everything. I didn't want that kind of attention. Willow was used to it. She was tall and slim, body toned in every spot possible. "Fine, wear your cardigan but before this year is over, you have to promise me you'll at least try to wear something your own style."

I nodded and she did up her button on her jeans. "My mom always picked out my clothes."

She snorted and checked her derriere out in the full length mirror. "And that is why this year is about you having a choice." She pulled out her black crop top and spun around. "Now get dress and put your hair down."