Enchanter (A Grant Gustin FanFiction)

6.Playing With Fire.

Grant

Allegro doesn't let go of my hand and I am glad, because I don't even know the house. I have been so distracted by her beauty that I have hardly been able to take a proper look of the house.

As we walk, hand in hand, my eyes fall to the pictures on the wall of the corridor. The pictures, mostly of Willa and Allegro, are beautiful. A small smile creeps onto my face when I see her beautiful face holding a beautiful smile.

I look at all the pictures- at least as much as possible- before we enter the dining room. Willa wears a gray dress, her purple hair tied into a messy bun, her small frame fitting beautifully into the dress. She of course has makeup on, but at least she does not hold a tantalizing expression on her face. She puts on a similar smirk like the one that is always present on Allegro's face- lazy and devilish.

"Take a seat." She says motioning to the chair in between two other chairs.

"Well, thanks for inviting me over. It has been a-" I begin with all the etiquettes my father has been teaching me, but am cut off by Willa.

"Oh shut up and sit. Or am going to spank you."Allegro laughs and my face reddens a bit, but I manage it off with a low chuckle. I have a bad feeling about this night, its probably not going to be easy.

Allegro lets go of my hand and takes off my coat, her fingers brushing against my arms, creating a torment. She places it on the coat hanger and we both take our seats. Willa winks at Allegro, who has a smile on her face.

"I'll be right back with your dinner." She says and disappears into the kitchen.

As soon as she is gone, I turn to Allegro. "What are you smiling for?" I ask and she looks back at me and bites her lips before running her tongue on her bottom lip.

"Am not quite sure that you would like to hear my fantasies, Grant." She says, mischief evident in her blue eyes.

"Just tell me." I say, adding a hint of curiosity into my question.

"Well, if you're so eager to know,", she says, " then I have been thinking of how goddamn handsome you would look with my legs around your neck and that,my darling, has made the bucket list." She says and I choke on air, my face turning red with embarrassment, shock. She actually said that? And then, she has the guts to look so innocent. I don't even dare to look at her back again before Willa enters the kitchen with three glasses, a bottle of wine, and three plates properly balnced on a huge tray. I sigh, relief flooding through me.

Oh, this is such a mess. My friends were right. Allegro Cassidy definitely is dangerous. And I am playing with fire over here.

Willa places the glasses on the tabletop and carefully pours red wine into it. One she is done, she hands out the plates. I smile at her and she nods back before settling down in her chair.

Willa raises her glass followed by Willa and then me. "Here's to the new hottie in our school." She says and Willa smirks.

"Jesus." I mutter under my breath.

"So, Grant tell me, you're enjoying New York so far?" Willa asks raising her glass to her lips.

We eat our food with a nice conversation going along, Willa asking decent question. Allegro stays much quiet on her part and I don't even dare to ask her, worried she might answer me with one of her other beautiful fantasies.

"So,tell me, do you have eyes on any girl?" Willa says taking a bite of her food. I feel Allegro's smirk on her face, waiting for me to answer.

"Well, I recently shifted, so no probably."

"What? You are saying that you haven't thought of laying me across your bed?" Allegro, her question making my mouth drop open and the ghost of a smile disappeared from my face. Jesus Christ. Willa keeps quite, her eyes narrowing waiting eagerly for me to answer. What is wrong with these girls? I feel the uncomfort and suffocation settling into me and the emergency to leave the room immediately.

"I-I'm- I need to get some fresh air. Excuse me." I say and stand up and walk out of the room, taking wherever my feet take me. I soon find the sliding doors for the lawn and open them, stepping into the slippers and out into the lawn. I take a deep breath and running my hand through my hair, my frustration clearly visible in my actions. God, what's wrong with me? It has been just three times I met this girl and am already feeling the need to touch this girl,even though am totally unsure what to do with her.

And yet, inspite of all the comments of her, my mind drifts back to the mischief and twinkle in those pale blue eyes, those perfectly pink lips, the beautiful smile and the dress- oh god. The dress. She had to be doing this on purpose, making it difficult for me. She knows what she is and she knows how to deal with it.

Jesus Christ. I shouldn't have let her enter my mind. It's dangerous when you're playing with fire.

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