Arcadia

He was absolutely gorgeous. He was even taller than I had originally thought, looking ridiculously attractive with a smirk on his face and a crazy mess of brown hair on his head. He had on a red flannel paired with destroyed black skinny jeans and biker boots and I know right away that this is the type of boy i should stay away from. His eyes are relaxed, staring hungrily at something with obvious lust in his eyes.

His dark and dangerous aura is striking and I immediately want to look away, but his gaze holds mine. He slowly mouths the words, “Come here.” And I look around and behind me to see who he’s talking to, but there’s no one else paying attention. When I look back at him, he’s smirking, a glint of humor dashing through his eyes. “Yeah, you.” He mouths, and I’m pretty sure he means me.

I can honestly say that I didn't know what I was getting into when I decided to hang out with my brother's old Fraternity friends.