"Oh," Millie said, somewhat surprised by his kind nature. 

Coming across someone who was genuinely kind and not constantly out for revenge was somewhat of a rarity for her. It seemed almost foreign really, but she found it refreshing. As he placed the bath bomb in her hand, his finger tips tickled the palms of her hands. His gentle touch sent shivers down her spine.

"Thank you," she said returning the smile. 

"Anytime," he said. 

He leaned against the wall and tucked his hands in his pockets. He looked her over, trying to figure out where he'd seen her before. There was no way he would forget such a beautiful face. 

"You look familiar," he said. "Do I know you from somewhere?"

Millie tensed a little as her mind flashed back to the night of the party. There was no way he could've remembered her from that night. Half of it wasn't even real. They'd be in major trouble if he did. But she didn't want to think about that. So, she convinced herself it was probably just a line and shrugged it off.

"I don't think so," she said. "You must be mistaking me for someone else."

"No, no," he insisted. "I've seen you before. Do you go to Marjorie High?"

"God no," Millie scoffed, repulsed by the thought of attending not only a school for mortals, but a public school for mortals.

"Oh," he said with disappointment in his voice. 

He nodded his head slowly and looked down at the ground. He looked hurt and a little defeated. Millie was hit with a strange and unfamiliar feeling. It weighed heavily on her and made her chest feel tight and restricted. Could it actually be guilt she was feeling? 

"Sorry," Millie quickly apologized once she realized how unbearably elitist she sounded. "I'm a bit of a private school snob. I can't help it sometimes. It's in our blood."

To her surprise, Will threw his head back and laughed. 

"That's all right, I forgive you," he said. "Although I didn't know there was a private school around here. Is it close?"

"It's a boarding school," she answered quickly. "Nowhere near here. It's oversees actually. I'm just home for break."

She knew the lie was a little outlandish, but she couldn't risk throwing out just any name or location that happened to be close by. It had to be somewhere far away. What if he tried Googling her to see if she was lying? That's what she would do anyway. Meet a guy, get the facts, stalk the hell out of him online. Those were the rules. 

"Oooh," he said nodding his head.He seemed a little suspicious, but not enough to push it. So he just went along with it. "Gotcha."

Millie nodded along, waiting for him to say something more than just "gotcha," but it didn't happen. An awkward silence settled between them, but neither one of them were willing to walk away.

"So, what are you doing in here anyway? Isn't this place a little girly for you?" She asked.

She immediately regretted her snarky tone. This guy was obviously very kind and genuine. She knew she needed to seriously tone down the bitchiness if she wanted even a half a chance with him. But it was difficult for her. She'd been speaking bitch her whole life. It's not like she could just stop on a dime. 

Lucky for her, he was too enamored with her to care.

"Hey, hey, hey," he laughed and threw his hands back in defense. "I'll have you know it is my sister's birthday next Monday and she loves this place. I swear I am not shopping for myself, all right?"

"Well," she said, cracking a smile. 

She flipped her hair over her shoulder and batted her mascara-coated eyelashes. She was so happy she had taken the extra time to perfect her cut crease and winged liner.There you go, Millie, she thought to herself, now you've got it. Less surly, more girly.

"That's very sweet."

"I do my best," he said with a sparkle in his eyes and a warm smile.

That little twinkle sent Millie into an absolute tizz, her head started spinning and her heart fluttered. Any control she had over her thoughts and emotions flew completely out the window with just that one look. Her heart started pounding and she was hit with a sudden, uncontrollable urge to flee the scene. 

"Okay well," Millie said abruptly. "I should get going."

This is good, she thought as she tried to justify darting off like a squirrel in the middle of the road. Leave him wanting more. That's a thing, right? 

Turns out, it had actually worked quite well. She left and he chased right after her.

"Wait," He grabbed her arm gently, she felt that same spark of electricity surge through her body.

"Yes?" She said, turning back to him.

Her attempt to run away from him sort of shot his confidence, but he had just enough left to give it one last try.

"Do you, uh, do you like basketball?" 

Millie stared at him, trying so hard to keep the flirty smile on her face. She had never watched a sport a day in her life. She didn't see the point. Who wants to watch a bunch of sweaty men chase after a ball for two hours? 

"I love it," she said through gritted teeth.

"Great," he said, a huge smile spreading across his face. "Because we have a game tonight. It's the semi-finals. Just one more game until the championship. It should be a really good game. You should come check it out. And uh, not to brag or anything, but I am the starting point guard."

Whatever the hell that means, Millie thought to herself, but managed to keep that sweet smile plastered firmly on her face. 

"Wow," Millie said with feigned enthusiasm. "Impressive."

"So you'll come?" He asked eagerly.

"Of course!" Millie agreed.

"Awesome," he said with a relieved smile. "I'd love to have a pretty girl cheering me on."

Millie blushed and tucked her hair behind her ear. She probably should have been more concerned about the fact that she had just lied through her teeth and agreed to attend an event she had absolutely no interest in, but there was only one thing running through her mind. He just called me pretty.