Crazy About You

Chapter 3: Meet The Bad Boy

My breath catches in my throat as I see him.
Travis Woods.

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I realize I have been staring for way to long. I practically memorize his features. His long, silky, black hair, his emerald green eyes, all tied together with what looks like the most kissable lips on the face of the earth. I accidentally make eye contact which by the way made it a hundred times less likely to look away anytime soon. A faint blush rises to my cheeks. He gives me a short and subtle wink which makes my blush from pixie dust to full blown tomato in a matter of seconds.

I guess I can see why all the girls like him.

Acting like I still have control over my head, I look at Gwen, who is obviously busy flirting with every single guy at the party. I look over again at the perfectly chiseled, fricken god standing in front of me.

He may be cute, no hot, but people don't need to know I think that. I want to go to the perfect college. Not get involved.

Besides, everyone knows he's a player. Going from girl to girl, never showing any love just giving them the night of their life. He's never been in any actual relationship, just what people would consider a "one night stand" as if every girl had an expiration date. But yet they all keep falling for him.

Everyone was either drunk, passed out or making out. I was none of the three. In my head I was thinking about how everyone here was like 17. How the hell did they get booze and why was everyone drinking it?

Not my problem.

I notice in my internal rant about underage drinking, that Travis Woods has not drank a thing.

This is probably how he gets girls to go home with him. He gets them drunk and bangs them, and they wake up with no memory of it or an awful hangover.

Then it happens. One step in front of the other he walk towards me, probably noticing I'm stone cold sober.

Shit.

He looks at me like a predator sees his prey, his next meal... me. I immediately look away, grabbing his attention once and for all. A small smirk creeps on his lips, as I look him straight in the eyes giving him the "I am not your bitch" stare.

Finally he speaks. "Your much more sexy when you act like you don't want me."

"Maybe I don't." I replied, way to quickly to be convincing.

His, deep laughter surprised me, a genuine smile on his face. I have never seen him smile, he just smirks or scowls. He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, a clear sign of what he wants me to do.

Nope not happening. Never happening.

I push his hand away. His completely muscular, perfectly sculpted, NOPE NOT HAPPENING!

I force the thought out of my mind and look at him not backing down. "I'm not interested." He looks at me shock evident on his face. He looks at me with more intensity than before, his gaze unfaltering.

His smirk reappears. "You don't do you? Well sweetheart..." My throat becomes scratchy and his gaze becomes too much. " You will soon enough." He walks away back to the drink area. 

What just happened. I am the first. The first to successfully shut him down. He won't give up. His ego can't take it.

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I hope you all like chapter 3! I put it up early and made it longer that the others! Feedback is always welcome! Please vote and answer the Q and A.

Q/A: Do you think she will fall for him? Or is there another guy in the future?

Love, Riley