The Seductress

Day 129

<Colton's POV>

It has been a few days since Jesse has moved in and besides a select snarky comments and foul words here and there she has not spoken to me. I knew she would be mad but I don't know how I am supposed to seduce a damsel who ignores me.

"Dude, you gonna get out?" Scott said motioning to the car door.

I shook my head trying to clear my thoughts. "Yea sorry Scott."

"Stop apologizing and let's go gets some hot chicks."

I winked, "You mean, let's go watch as I get some hot chicks?"

"Oh really?" Scott grinned.

"Well let's make this interesting?"

"First to get laid?"

"Nope too easy, first to get a kiss?"

"A kiss?" he scoffed, "and that's not easy?"

"Oh it won't, because it must be a first kiss," I smirked.

"The purest of the pure."

"Mhmm," I agreed.

"Interesting, I haven't had myself a good girl in a while," Scott grinned.

After agreeing on a bet for the evening, we bought a few of the necessities. Taking the occasional stop for Scott to try and seduce a prude. Not that any of them qualified. Most of the girls he was trying to seduce were sexy but they couldn't be any farther from prude. They was an aura good girls gave off and none of them had it, not even in the slightest.

As he wooed the wrong girls over and over, I found my mind drifting off to a certain girl. One of no such purity, who had her first kissed years ago, yet had luscious, plum stained lips that seemed purer than any other. She was good- no great- She was great at everything. She was gorgeous, defiant, intelligent, and I hated her for it. I had hated her ever since I heard of the seductress that opened her legs for any guy with half a brain yet had somehow maintained a perfect 4.4 GPA and a pristine attendance record. You would think that she had done it all, but on top of it she had two loyal friends who never thought twice about her immoral actions and always stood by her side. She was the better version of me. In every single way.

So I had slept with her. I wanted to figure out who this perfect girl was. I wanted to know who had beaten me at my own game. I wanted to know if she was good in bed as she was out of it. I had thought that by sleeping with her, I would win. And I thought I had, despite my minor discrepancy of falling asleep, I had beaten her at her own game and I made sure that everyone knew it.

But when I saw her crying. When I saw the girl who never cried, shed that single tear my stomach churned. It was the first time in my life that I had felt such immense guilt.

She intrigued me. She had made me feel an emotion no one else ever had. So I thought maybe, just maybe we could be friends. The seducer and his seductress; the dynamic duo. I found her weak spot and I exploited it. I provided her with some much needed friends and gave her attention. But when she figured out that I had been the one who caused all her despair, the hate I had once had towards seemed to fuel her new found anger towards me.

She had never flung herself at me, like the others. In fact, she did the exact opposite. She challenged me in more ways than one. So I decided to challenge her, but in order to seduce an unwilling seductress I had to change my tactics.

"What are you thinking about?" Scott said as he plopped down beside me.

"Nothing," I shrugged, attempting to release Jesse from my mind tight grip.