Girls are my expertise. I know exactly how they work. I know how they think, how they act and how to influence them.

It all started when I was going into my first year of middle school. Sixth grade was when I really started to notice girls in that way . The first girl I ever dated -yes, I Beckett Miller, just said dated- dumped me. Dumped me. That was when I decided it would never happen again. I would make sure that I wouldn't be dumped ever again, and to do what had to be done.

I had to go through as many girls as I could to find out what makes them click.

Now I'm eighteen, and I know everything about  women. Though at first, I had a little trouble in my quest. First I had to go through the struggle of figuring out the puzzle that is a girl. It took time and it took a lot of girls, but the result was astounding.

How did I get so many girls, you might ask? The answer is simple. Tall, dark and handsome? The phrase never fit someone so well. I'm 5'9. My dark brown hair -often mistaken as black- is long and straight, but short enough to reveal my hazel eyes that are dominated by the blue in them more than the green. When I say handsome, that's more than an understatement. I'm who women dream nightly about and can only imagine being with.

Even though I have amazing abs and I have an amazing body, it's my smile that always wins the girls over.

I always loved how I made the ladies melt into submission just by cracking my sexy smirk. It was rare that the smirk wouldn't break them, but eventually every girl falls under my spell.

Today was the first day back from summer break and I was ready for another year of girl hunting. Sometimes it was barely a hunt, but girls just randomly popping up and some of those girls that I did and left come crawling back to me.  Some of them told me I was their everything and that I really hurt them. I always tell them the same thing, "You should be more careful who you fall for."

I tried to make my way out of the house without talking to my dad, but he stopped me before I could leave, blocking the doorway.

"You know, there is a back door I can escape from," I told him, attempting to get him to leave.

"Just sit down and let me talk to you for a little bit, okay?" He asked, walking towards the couch.

I rolled my eyes and sat down next to him, sinking into the cushions. It was a very old couch, but it reminded Dad or Mom so he kept it, ignoring the worn out pillows.

"Are you going to be doing this again this year?"

I looked at him with a quizzical expression. "What?"

"You know exactly what!" He yelled which caught me by surprise because he didn't raise his voice that often. "Going around looking for any girl that you can influence into sleeping with you. It's not healthy."

I laughed at the disapproval in his voice.

"You can't just go around taking advantage of girls all the time, Colton."

"Actually, I can." I smirked at him and got up from the couch. "Now if you would excuse me, I'm going to go leave for my very first day of Senior year."

I didn't let him say another word as I exited the family room and made my way to the front door. I quickly run out to my car, turn on the engine and turn up the bass so that the whole car shook. It annoyed the neighbors, but I didn't give a damn about how they felt.

I sat in the car for maybe a minute and was already losing my patience. I honked the horn and a moment later my sister, Ryan -yes, that is a girl's name- exited the front door and hopped into the passenger seat.

She's a sophomore, only a year and a half younger than me. She looked a lot like me wit her dark brown hair, but her eyes were pure blue, instead of hazel. She was also blessed with good looks, like me, so she had quite a few guys following after her. Naturally, I had to protect her from the bad ones, AKA guys like me.

"Damn, took you a while." I complained, finally pulling out of the driveway.

"Sorry, Dad just stopped me by the door and talked to me about my skirt being too short or something." She scoffed. "That guy needs to take a chill pill, I'm not gonna be like you and sleep with everyone I think's hot."

"Your skirt is a little high though."

"Whatever."

"It's not whatever, Ry. This isn't middle school anymore, these guys are pigs and will try to get with you if you're flaunting your ass like you're practically asking for it. How am I suppose to protect you if you're dressing like a whore?"

"Ugh! You're such a dick!" She screamed in frustration. "How do you even get into any girl's pants?"

"I'm not going to tell you my method," I grinned. "You'd tell everyone and then all the guys will be getting girls in a heartbeat."

She didn't say anything more. She just ignored me and looked out the window of the car, which was a piece of shit compared to my old one before I crashed it.

When we got to school, I parked the car and opened the trunk so Ryan could get her cross country bag out. I offered to carry it but she just pushed me to the side and made her way to the front doors.

"Bitch," I said under my breath, but she still heard it.

"Man whore," she called back to me just loud enough for me to hear.

Even though she was being completely intolerable today, she still needed help on her first day so I unwillingly followed after her. "I let you walk away for not even a minute, and the vultures are already circling." I pointed out the guys looking at her, probably undressing her with their minds.

"I don't need your help."

I raised my arms up in surrender. "You say that now, until you're being groped by some of the perverts around here."

"You mean some low life like you?"

I was about to retaliate when a guy I didn't recognize tackled Ryan with a hug. He swung her in the air and spun her around, barely noticing me. This was odd, of course, because everyone noticed me.

When he was finally done slinging her around like an idiot, Ryan cleared her voice and introduced the boy as Wyatt. She gave me the be-nice-or-I'll-murder-you look, while eyeing me carefully.

Wyatt went a little tense as when he found out who I was, but stretched out his hand to greet me.

Normally I would laugh at the person and not even lift a finger, but this was a special circumstance. I needed my dominance and this was the way to do it. I reached out my hand and tightly gripped his hand. Ryan gave me a look of disapproval as Wyatt clenched his teeth. I was still tightening my grip on his hand.

"I didn't know you guys were related." Wyatt gulped as he released my hand.

"Barely," Ryan said while dragging Wyatt by the arm and towards the school.

I smiled triumphantly as they walked off and caught a glimpse of Stacie. I knew she probably wouldn't want to talk to me, but that's what made it fun.

Finally, after running through the car maze of the parking lot, I caught up to her. I squeezed her side and she yelped in surprise. When she saw it was me she scowled and tried to get away but I grabbed her arm and spun her into my arms.

"C'mon Stace, don't be like that." I grabbed her waist and pulled her closer. "I thought we would hang out before class and talk."

"It's never just talking with you." She tried to squirm away from me, but all of her efforts were ineffective in her means to escape.

"Okay, fine. We wouldn't be talking," I admitted as I grabbed for her hand. "But no one makes me feel the way you do. You really are the most beautiful girl in this school."

I lied, of course, but she doesn't know that.

Even if she did, she obviously didn't care, she blushed and stopped fighting against me.

"Fine, but I'm not having sex with you again." She sounded very serious that time, but I knew I could break her. I've done it before, I can do it again.

"No sex, I promise." I take her hand and drag her to my car.

It may sound weird, but I was actually excited to be holding her hand again. Even though she didn't really have much experience before she got with me, she was one of the best fucks I've ever had. She was certainly the one I'd always come back to at some point, and she knew it. Because of this knowledge, she could almost influence me. Almost.

I opened the back door of my car and gestured for her to get in.

"Oh, you're such a gentleman." Sarcasm filled her very essence as she ducked into the car.

I smirked, closed the door and ran to the other side.

When I got in and sat next to her in the back seat, she was fixing her undershirt and fixing her shorts, pulling them down a little. Maybe she was hoping that if she showed less of her thighs that I wouldn't try to do much. She was wrong, of course. I would always try.

She smiled at me and I couldn't even start a conversation before my lips were on hers. She didn't resist, which was normal. Stacie's turned her body towards me more and wrapped her arms around my neck. I laid her gently back and onto the back seat, moving my hand up her shirt. Slowly, I followed and was on top of her.

We had done this so many times before, it was almost nothing to us. It was completely nothing to me. I've done this so much, it's normal. It was hard to go more than even a day without making out with some chick.

Stacie was a great ride, though. She was one of those girls who you could always be with again and again and never be bored. That was rare for me. I would always get bored of a girl after I got what I wanted, but with Stacie, I could never get enough. It was almost as if she was a drug and had me hooked, but I'm not hooked enough to actually care about her. I just care about the way she makes me feel, which was amazing.

I reached for the button of my jeans and started to undo it.

"Whoa there, buddy." Stacie pulled away from me.

"You said no sex, you didn't say anything about-"

"We are in the school parking lot!"

"So? I've done this before."

She scoffed and pushed me away from her. "You are unbelievable."

"No, you are. Why won't you just do it? You never had a problem with it before."

Stacie rolled her eyes and brushed her bleach blond hair out of her face, revealing her green eyes. She tried pulling her legs out from under my weight, but it was harder than she thought it was going to be. I chose then to put even more weight on her.

"I know you want me, Stace," I whispered in her ear.

"I did."

She struggled to get away again, but this time I got up and helped her out of the car. She was still angry with me, which was understandable. Usually I would keep trying until the girl would eventually give me what I wanted, but this time it was Stacie, so I let her go. I knew she would come back later, anyways.

Stacie and I parted ways as we entered the school and people tried to stay out of my way, as usual. Girls stared as I passed and most guys, that weren't my friends, glared.

I was the main envy of the school and I enjoyed every minute of it.