Anastasia

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        She was different than I had originally anticipated. Thinking about the entire situation that has unfolded, I know it now--Anastasia would not be easy like other girls. Though, it doesn't matter since she won't be able to resist me for much longer, for I'll be making sure of it.
        I wasn't all too sure as to why I had wanted her so badly. She was plain, simple even, in terms of looks. But her eyes, those big, dolly, sparkling eyes--They had me engulfed in a tender embrace of Earth-like warmth.

        It was a hearty heat that I hadn't felt in a long time. Not since my mother.

        Anastasia was brutal. She was unrelenting and wanton; it wouldn't stop me from ravishing her. In what way? I'm not exactly sure myself, but I think we'll both find out together pretty damn soon.
        All of her teasings made it unmistakably clear yesterday morning that she was not interested.
        Is she mental?! Like, honestly, who wouldn't be interested in this? I was furious, left literally fuming at the ears after she attempted to maim my baby maker. Anastasia would pay for it too, one way or another.
        It wasn't fair. How come the one time I'm actually curious about a girl, she's not the least bit interested in me? Ridiculous.
        I remember how anxious and afraid I was to have taken the poor girl home with me yesterday night. I was worried she would think I tried something on her or kidnapped her or something. But she was calm, from what I was able to tell.
        No yelling, screaming, or panicking seemed to have occurred when she woke up. Had she been able to miraculously remember the previous night's events?
        Oh, and don't even get me started on her lacy pantie set. Of course, she just had to wear the most delectable color beneath her dress at the party. Once she threw up, I had to remove her clothing and switch the tight, sexy fabric for my basic white baseball tee. And holy hell she looked hot as fuck in that too.
        What was happening to me? She was small. So small that I was literally afraid of breaking her into halves and yet I can't stop wondering about how amazing it would be to hold her in my arms? How mushy could have I fucking gotten in all but three days for heaven's sake!?

   "Christ, Klaus', got a lot on your mind there bud?" Colton says, peering at me annoyingly through the sports section archway.
   "I'm fine." I respond, not wanting to really talk too much right now.
   "Well, you sure as hell don't look it." He says, approaching me. I sit my shot glass down, watching as he takes a seat on the bar stool next to me. "One whiskey on the rocks."
   "May I see your ID, sir?" At this, Colton proceeds to give the bartender the most bothered look. It was dirty, a low blow for sure. "I-I'll get right on that."
        He had always had the most unusual babyface, and it was even worse when he wore his favorite color, orange. But, despite this, the guy had always had his way with words.
        I, on the other hand, was only able to get drinks because everyone around the area and their mother had heard about my mom's death a while back. It was even worse since the whole thing was my fucking dad's fault.
        Pathetic.
        Ever since then, anytime I or my friends needed something to drink, local bartenders would hook us up. And it's good, for us, that is. But who else are they this lenient with? How many lives may or might have already been taken due to their immaturity?
       One too many, and still, that's never enough.

   "Man, you really need to get laid." Colton scoffs, making this assumption off of what I presume to be as him reading my facial expressions.   

   "Buzz off." I shoo him away, hoping it gets under his skin; he only shoots me a glare. "Go on."
   "What's really bothering you, Nik'?" I shake my head so as to say, "nothing, I'm fine."---"Is it the perky blonde chic you wouldn't stop blabbing about this morning?" Colton suggests, raising an eyebrow as if he had known all along.

   "Pfft. No," I lie. "Of course not. You of all people should know that I could have any girl I wanted at the snap of my fingers. What makes you think this shortcake is any different?" I begin fidgeting, growing a bit nervous.

   "Really, is that so?" He responds doubtfully. "Then you'd have absolutely no issue in courting her, right?" Shit. This is exactly why I wanted to be alone! How the hell am I supposed to get that brat to sleep with me?--Since that's all I want from her anyway.

        I think.

   "Yep." I can feel my Adam's apple bulging as I gulp suspiciously. "I'll have her deflowered by the end of the month," I say confidently, putting on another facade when, in reality, I'm panicking so god damn much. How the hell am I going to get Anastasia to sleep with me?!

   "Sure you're up for it, Nik'?"

        The girl who has kneed me in the balls, thrown up on my supreme sneakers, hasn't even told me her full name, and yet has corrupted my sanity all in the span of three days? I was supposed to finesse her into my bedroom? 

   "You're on."

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        Walking home as it pours down rain in the vast humidity of the air, I contemplate my previous decision, holding the umbrella tight. I would have to be careful, as it would be easy to misjudge, to misunderstand Anastasia's circumstance and upbringing. After all, what did I really learn about the girl even in the midst of her drunkness? Nothing, which says an awful lot. Not an emotional drunk, nor honest drunk; not talkative nor quiet.

        She was even more mysterious than me, or, she appeared to be.

        I've got a month to get her to fall for me, and, despite my heart's fluttering when she's around, I can't allow myself to care. I had executed and won this bet many times before, coming through victorious.

        The stakes were simple. Court her properly to win the bet and receive two hundred bucks. Fail to do so and run through the school completely naked, risking graduation. I was aware of how much trouble I could potentially be in, but I had never failed before and I sure as hell wouldn't let a foreign transfer student come in and stop my reign this senior year.

        A smile forms on my face thinking back to the way she reacted after I had spoken Hungarian. My mother was from Hungary, teaching our family the beautiful language--Anastasia looked so confused, it was hilarious.

        But what was up with that tattoo on her wrist? Is it common in her country to get one?--I had found myself wondering ever since.

        She would keep continuing to surprise me. From the minute I first heard her speak to the way she walked out cockily yesterday. How could someone so small and seemingly fragile be able to act so ferociously?!

        Out of nowhere, I look over to see the little blonde munchkin herself scurry over beneath the canopy so as to get out of the rain. "Tch," I snicker, stifling a laugh. "This should be fun."

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