David's POV
"Hey, beautiful," I called out, biting my lower lip just enough for her to notice.
Jane froze like a deer in headlights, eyes locked on me like she'd forgotten how to breathe. Cute.
I closed the distance slowly, deliberately, trailing my fingers along her cheek before brushing away the strand of blonde hair that fell across her face. My lips brushed her ear as I whispered, "Tell me you're not the sexiest woman alive."
Her breath caught, quick and uneven. I smiled. That's the effect I have.
Because who the hell would resist me—David Da King Jr.? Son of the richest man in Los Angeles. My father literally owns this school. I model for one of the biggest agencies in the country. L.A.'s golden boy. Sweetheart. Whatever you want to call it. Nineteen years old with the body of twenty-five, blue eyes sharp enough to stop traffic—thank you, Dad. Girls don't just like me. They lose themselves in me.
School? Not really my scene. But my father insisted. Fine. His rules, my terms. I don't do dorms—I live in one of our luxury suites just off campus. Still counts.
Then Jane showed up. From day one, she stood out—green eyes like glass, curves in all the right places, tall enough to turn heads, and that blonde hair… yeah, she wasn't just another girl.
I knew I'd get around to her eventually. From the moment her friend spoke her name And now? I've got her right where I want her.
"What are you doing?" she asked, trying to catch her breath, her chest rising and falling beneath a pink crop top.
I grinned wickedly, loving what I was doing to her. "Where are you coming from?" I teased, pinning her lightly against the wall with my left hand, blocking any escape, while my right hand traced the edge of her top.
"T-To help a new student settle in," she stammered, cheeks red. Her words tumbled over each other; if I didn't know better, I'd swear she was having trouble speaking.
"What are you doing here, anyway? And why do you think you have the right to question me?" she shot back suddenly, catching me off guard. "And don't get this close to me next time—so nobody gets the wrong idea." She was breathing hard now.
Cute.
"Well, I came looking for you. And now that I've found you, I'm going," I said, smiling.
"Me? I don't even know you. And I'm sure you don't know me—unless you're some stalker. You can do better. I know you just want to be a fan," she replied, sarcasm dripping from her voice.
"Interesting," I murmured, pecking her cheek quickly.
She shoved me back. "Weirdo." Then she turned and hurried off.
A chuckle escaped my throat.
I hadn't been there because of her. I was there because my father had told me to check on my betrothed. According to him, she's a new girl on campus. I was just trying to be a good boy for once. But now? It's almost night. I wouldn't want to miss my own party.
Mary's POV
Grrr. The knock on my door jolted me out of sleep. It was almost midnight.
"Who the hell could that be?" I muttered, dragging myself to the door.
The second I cracked it open, Emma's big, mischievous eyes popped into view. She didn't wait for me to invite her in—she just shoved her way inside. Claire trailed behind her, both of them dressed in black, skimpy skirts that hugged their hips and crop tops that flashed a little cleavage and toned stomach. From one look, it was obvious—they were dressed to kill.
"Why are you still in this?" Emma demanded, flopping onto my bed and giving my oversized T-shirt a dramatic once-over.
"I don't think I'm going," I said, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. "I need to rest. Parties can wait."
Emma gasped like I'd just confessed a crime. "Nah, you are so going. All the hot guys are gonna be there."
"Who misses their first college party?" Claire chimed in, grinning. "And guess who's hosting?"
"David Da King," Emma cut in, practically squealing. "The hottest guy in school. You cannot miss this."
I shook my head. "I don't care about David Da King or whoever. I'm not ready to hang around boys right now."
Emma waved me off like I hadn't spoken. "No, no, no—you are ready. Look at you. You might be the hottest girl on campus already. Did you see those guys drooling when we walked past today? Even Serena from Gossip Girl didn't pull that kind of attention."
"I'm not Serena," I wanted to say. But the words stuck in my throat. With Emma and Claire, it was always a losing battle.
"Perfect," Emma said suddenly, eyeing me with satisfaction. "You're stunning. If I were into girls, I'd kiss you right now."
Claire giggled. "No kidding."
I rolled my eyes. "You wish."
Emma was already at my closet, throwing doors open. "Let's see what we've got here… Whoa. Okay, this dress." She pulled out a short pink gown I'd shoved in the back months ago. On anyone else, it would've looked simple. On me? It would reveal everything I tried to hide.
My stomach sank. "I don't think that's a good idea."
"Why not?" they chorused, glaring at me like I'd just committed treason.
"Because…" I hesitated, searching for words. "It makes me uncomfortable. And I don't want to cause a stir."
Claire crossed her arms. "Mary, you could walk into a library wearing a trash bag and still cause a stir. It's just who you are. So instead of hiding, why not own it? Be the Serena of this school."
"Yeah," Emma agreed, holding the dress like it was sacred. "Be Serena. This gown has literally been waiting for you." She shoved it into my arms and pushed me toward the bathroom.
The door clicked shut behind me.
im ready , we gotta start heading out k said immediately I stepped out from the bedroom
Wow , Damm , you look very stunning, Emma said teasing
If I'm a guy , I'd stop you from heading out and have you right now right here, Damm you look ravishing, Claire teases
My face reddened, smiles escaped my lips, stop it , let's go