Once it was finally time to go to the class I shared with that intriguing girl, Dahlia, I was more that confident I would get that seat. This was a full fledged competition and if I knew one thing, it was that I always won. Winning was in my blood; it flowed through my veins like, overpowering the iron.

Looking upon the empty seat, it practically had my name written all over it. Victory was imminent as I sat down, awaiting the arrival of my frenemy. I had no idea what else to call her. We weren't exactly on good or bad terms yet. I guess I would find out where we stand now that I took 'her' spot. Again.

There was nothing that I liked more than getting my way and once I saw the look on Dahlia's face it was the only reward I needed.

"There is no way you could have gotten here before me!" she exclaimed when she saw the smug look on my face. She looked different today. The baggy clothes she wore the day before were now replaced with skinny jeans, a blue flared shirt, some combat boots, and a grey beanie. Her hair was down today and I noticed that it was only shoulder length. The bangs of her chestnut hair crept from the rim of her beanie and rested happily on the top rim of her glasses. From behind the lenses there wasn't much makeup painting her eyes; a thin layer of eyeliner rested on her eyelid and only a hint of mascara sat on her lashes. Her flustered expression was actually kind of cute.

After realizing her dramatic change in appearance, I continued to smirk as I said, "I guess those gorgeous long legs of yours aren't as fast as you thought they were."

Red flooded her cheeks, but I knew for a fact that it was a forced blush. I knew girls like the back of my hand and she was definitely faking. What exactly was I dealing with here? Was this girl trying to play games, because she would lose before she even starts playing. A war with me isn't easily won.

"What are you doing exactly?" I asked her as she sat down in the seat next to me.

She sent me a puzzling look while taking out her notebook and started to doodle. "Waiting for class to start," she said in an obvious tone.

I smirked at her and discretely placed my hand on her thigh. Her gaze shifted towards my hand, but she didn't seem phased by it. I ignored this piece of information and proceeded to my question, not caring that she was about to take a sip from her bottle. "So, do you wanna fuck?"

The water she took in got caught in her throat in a fit of coughs. I knew that she wasn't totally immune. "E-excuse me?"

Leaning in closer to her, our shoulders almost touching, I said, "You know, when two people get together and have sex."

Dahlia glared at me then continued to roll her eyes. "I know what it is."

"You sure you don't need a demonstration?" A moment later my foot ached and a sharp noise escaped me. She just stomped on my foot! My foot.

A glare was all I could come with as she smiled at me as if nothing had happened. "I don't waste my time on learning something that isn't worth it."

Sitting there completely speechless was the only thing I could do at that moment. The chances of a girl turning me down before even having slept with me before was new to me. This must have been what it felt like for a nerd who was trying to get laid. Unless they were constantly worried about some stupid RPG or something.

Shaking off her words I decided to keep trying. Even if I was shut down the first time, surely her opinion would change the second time around. No one could resist my charms for that long without cracking. It was near impossible. "So you're saying you having the best night of your life isn't worth it?"

Dahlia scoffed and looked at the teacher who had now walked into the room.

"You think I can't seduce you, don't you?" I couldn't believe I was asking such a question. Of course she knew I could, how couldn't she? I was Colton Millers for crying out loud. If I had the ability to turn a lesbian over to the straight side, this would be a piece of cake. Before any questions are asked: Yes, seducing a lesbian was one of my successes in life.

"You're right. I do think that."

I couldn't believe a word that just spilled out of her mouth. She couldn't be serious, could she? "Tell me you're joking."

Realizing the teacher was now speaking about some literature stuff, Dahlia quieted her voice and tried to avoid eye contact as she spoke. "I could seduce you way before you could even try to get me in bed."

"Is that a challenge?" My eyes glinted at the comment and she must have seen it as she glanced over, because she mentally pulled back a little.

"One I doubt you'd win." At her comment, I couldn't help but let my laugh fill the room.

"Colton," Mrs. Kane said. "I doubt my lesson is that funny."

"Yeah, it really isn't." I was obviously making an interesting impression on my teacher.

"Would you be more comfortable at the front of the class?" I shook my head vigorously at her question, but she pointed at the seat right in front of her anyways.

"See you later, baby doll," I said to Dahlia with a wink before making my way to the front of the class.

***

Dahlia's POV

You'd think that being the new victim of the all too well known, Colton Millers, hitting on you would be the most annoying thing in the world. That is, of course, until it happens to you.

Don't get me wrong, he's an annoying little self centered pest that needs to be exterminated. This doesn't change the fact, however, that messing with him could bring joy to the most depressed person on the planet.

Since Kane separated the two of us peace and quiet was restored, but now all I could do all period was listen to the teacher nag on and on about people using oxford commas. Don't get me wrong, I'm big on grammar and all of that, but do we seriously need almost an hour lesson on a comma that could just use a minute speech? Yeah, didn't think so.

For reasons that were unclear to me and hardly mattered, Colton couldn't stop looking back at me with a knowing smirk. How does a girl get a psychotic sex addict off her tail? Oh right, she doesn't. Suffering through this misfortune was the only plan in my journal of schemes. Apparently there is no rest for a woman on Colton's obsessive radar.

On top of all the other things that were going my way today, Kyliee, the slut that Colton was banging yesterday in the drama closet -word got around fast- was gracing me with her many glares. I was almost sure that the wrinkles from her frown would be there afterwards, because she was staring so intensely.

When the bell finally rang I was relieved. It was finally time to get out of this hell hole and go to lunch. I had to say the the lunch room was my safe haven of everything sacred. This was a time where I could forget about any amount of school work I had for the day and just eat, talk, and relax. Or, at least, it would have been that if someone didn't come in and disturb me.

Usually it was just my best friend and me, but today, a special guest decided to break the personal space barriers we set up and sat right down next to me. Cassidy, who had been my friend since as long as I can remember glared at Colton as soon as he sat down. He wasn't the biggest fan of the way Colton used girls all the time, because unlike most guys, Cassidy had class.

Cassidy was a pretty simple guy with a pretty average build. His clothes usually consisted of some of flannel and jeans. Unlike me, he used contacts instead of glasses and had hair a little darker than mine, but many times we were mistaken for twins. Our features were shockingly alike in so many ways, sometimes we wondered if we were related somehow.

"What are you doing here, Millers?" Seriously, what was up with guys using each other's last names for communication?

Colton ignored Cassidy completely and turned his gaze to me. "So, Daylia-"

"Dahlia," I corrected him, sharply.

"Yeah, whatever." Colton didn't notice my best friend's fists curling as he said this, and I'm glad he didn't. "We never finished our conversation."

"I'm aware of that. I was actually thinking of just leaving it at that." I took a bite of my salad and rolled my eyes. "I'm not interested in anything you're proposing."

"Don't worry," he cooed. "I have no plans on marrying you. Baby doll, we at least need to go on a date first."

My eyes would eventually get sore from rolling them if he continued to hang around me. "Will you just get out of here?"

"Not until you agree with me that I can seduce you first." I almost threw my salad -dressing and all- in his face for saying this in from of Cassidy.

"Well I won't." I would not give into the self-righteous douche no matter what sly remarks he could come up with.

"It's settled then," he said.

Confusion was just one of the many feelings running inside me at that moment. "What is?"

Colton just let his annoying little smirk take over his features and took my water off my trey. After taking a sip and getting an upsetting look from me, he answered my question. "Our contest to see who can get who in bed first. You or me."

Before I could even get the chance to turn down this terrible idea, he was gone. I had a feeling that this was definitely not going to end well for me. It would be only a matter of time before he could trick me into sleeping with him and then i'd be another one of his whores to add to his Girl's I've Slept With list. A war with Colton Millers wasn't easily won.

I was in deep shit.

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