JAKE'S POV

"Is there anything that I can do to change your mind?"

My eyebrows meet in irritation. I really hate it when someone insists or forces me to do something that I have already declined.

For the nth time, Sierra has been insisting I come with her to the Silver wedding anniversary of her parents, and its elite gathering in their spacious garden behind their mansion. Her father is a well-known businessman who owns the famous Rosemarie pharmacy chains and her mom, who is a retired actress happened to be acquainted with Zeus' politician mom.

If I'm at the party, Mr. Stanford will definitely force me down into a hot seat. Of course, Sierra is an only child so they want the best guy for their princess. I can smell a quick talk about some serious relationship crap after the introduction. I also don't want to see my face on the internet and newspaper the next day and be tagged as the boyfriend of Mr. Michael Stanford's princess. It's too cringy for me and not to mention the fucking pressure. I don't want to be tied down to one girl, you know.

What also added to my infuriation was Sierra's request; I have to wear a suit that is specially made to cover up all the tattoos on my body because her dad doesn't like guys with tattoos.

Like, the fuck? How am I supposed to cover these awesome inks on my neck and hands? Wear a fucking turtleneck and gloves?

I told her that I don't think I can make it because I've got some errands with my dad. 

"I'm sorry, babe, but Dad really needs me." I cannot hide the irritation in my voice. She proceeds to ask more questions about the nature of our errand and other stuff and I start ignoring her again. She just came out from her last class and she has been tailing me like a dog ever since she found me in one of the vacant rooms where my friends and I usually jam during our leisure time.

"Come on, babe. It's finally your chance to meet my parents." she wraps her arms around my waist, leans her chin on my shoulder, and pouts her lips as she fixes her eyes on mine.

"Can you afford to know that your girlfriend will be sad and alone the whole night?" she adds in her annoying, spoiled voice which irks my ear. God, does she really think that I give a lot of fucks about her and marry her someday?

If I attend the party, she will probably make me follow her around like a dog and show me off with those guests her age. I might change my mind if it's a club or house party with wild music and overflowing hardcore drinks but it's one of those boring ones designed for the high-brows, unfortunately.

She's really getting on my nerves right now.

Why can't she understand that no means fucking no and nothing in between?! If she is just your average girl, I might have shouted at her already and kicked her out of my life in a snap.

Calm down, bro. Those tits and ass will always be worth it. Also, remember how she gives mind-blowing heads?

Ugh. The voice and images inside my head are not helping me right now.

"Your driver is waiting for you," I tell her without showing any emotions.

"Fine!" she flings her hands up in frustration and without any further words, suddenly turns around and walks away in her five-inch heels.

I roll my eyes and sigh in relief the moment she finally graces inside their limo.

She's definitely mad now, but I don't care. Just one bite on her earlobe tomorrow night and she will be okay again. 

I'm walking towards my car when I remember that I was actually waiting for the two jerks. We have been planning to go to a bar tonight to chill.

As I am heading back to our building, something inside me tells me that I have to glance at the Little Park's direction, which is just in my peripheral vision.

A pang of excitement hits me when I notice Pepsi the weirdo on her usual bench. Vague memories of her in dark clothes on that bench for the past years finally enter my mind, but I never gave a single fuck about her before.

Even from afar, you will definitely recognize her because of her varying outfits. There are just a few students around this time because everyone has either gone home already or is still in their last class.

The witch is sitting there alone, as usual, and from my view, she seems to be eye fucking the sunset.

Yeah, I admit she's really something different and a bit of a challenge, but she sure is not really that good at hiding her obvious attraction to me. She might be one of those girls who don't want to be called a hoe or a slut or at least an easy-to-get bitch. Girls hate to be called like that even though some of them really are.

I discreetly walk towards her while calling her by her name, but it's either she didn't hear anything or she's acting deaf again.

When I got to stand next to her, I realized that she was actually wearing earphones and feeling whatever song she was listening to while closing her eyes. Her head is slightly bobbing as well but her lips are tightly pressed together, as usual. The freak's probably imagining that she's in a fucking music video with giant black cats flying around her.

Her insensibility with my presence gave me the chance to study her not-so-pleasant face while digging my hands into my pockets.

With a creasing forehead, I wonder what she looks like without all these contrasting colors of white and black on her face...

I decide to sit beside her but facing the opposite direction to continue my quiet observation. I don't know why everyone is afraid of her and treats her like she's a demon or something dangerous. To be honest, I don't feel anything but challenge whenever I'm near her.

I glance back at the sky and sigh. No wonder she likes this spot; it's peaceful and relaxing here, and the warm, comforting breeze feels good.

Over my shoulder, I stare at her again and realize that her side profile is kinda interesting. Her eyelashes are longer than normal and I'm pretty sure that they're not the fake ones like Sierra and the other girls usually wear at school and her nose—it's kind of cute and pointy.

Oh, right. Witches do have pointed noses. But of course, that's how they are portrayed in the media. Yep, only in media because they're not real.

Another minute has passed and she's still oblivious to my presence. Seriously? I thought witches had sharp senses. That alone confirms my theory that those rumors are indeed trash.

I clear my throat before breaking the ice,

"I wonder what you're thinking right now."

I squash the urge to laugh at her reaction. It was as if her soul was suddenly snatched out of her living yet looking dead body.

"What the hell are you doing here?!" she angrily snaps with widened eyes.

Whoa... easy girl. It was as if I saw her naked in the way she reacted.

Well, that will definitely happen...soon.

"I'm just really curious about something, and I have been dying to ask you this." Unfortunately, we don't have an audience around. They would probably be amazed at how brave I am to be talking to this girl.

"WHAT?" she snaps at me with even wider eyes this time. I wonder how wide they could get.

Annoy her with a stupid pick-up line!

My inner thoughts can be really useful sometimes.

"I'm just wondering what kind of juice are you if you are one." The words came out of my mouth before I got the chance to stop them. 

There's no turning back now.

"What kind of question is that?" There's a flash of curiosity in her eyes, and my confidence creeps back into me.

"Just...give me an answer, okay?" I scoot even closer, and I bite my lower lip to stop myself from smiling in amusement when I notice that she's already on the other edge of the bench, literally.

"I don't know! And I don't have any time for some guessing shit," she exclaims like she's had enough. "WHAT?!"

I wait for a few more seconds while making an imaginary drum roll sound effect in my head before finally uttering the answer,

"GOR-juice,"

I bathe her with the ultimate stare that I have been throwing at girls to let them feel how beautiful and perfect they are.

"You should leave at this exact second if you still want to live," she coldly says while looking so emotionless as she always is.

A string of shame kind of hit me. If she were another girl, she would have been blushing the fuck out of her cheeks now like she's having her period on her face.

Girl's not even gorgeous!

To revive my cool, I start to fake laugh at her reaction. I immediately regret it though, as she suddenly gets up and starts walking away.

"Hey! Where are you going?" I run up to her and offer her a ride but she's doing her favorite hobby again; acting deaf. Is her breath that precious that she doesn't want to waste it with talking to me?

She finally hits a cranky nerve of mine, prompting me to grab her hand so I can have her attention again.

Her head snaps back to face me and flashes me a deathly glare.

"You really don't have any plans to stop, do you?!"

The orange sky above her seems to have darkened in a second and...

Did her eyes just glow? I feel like my feet are suddenly nailed to the ground as I gawk at her in disbelief.

I blink again and it's just her normal eye color this time.

Maybe I just imagined things, or it was just the reflection of the sky above us...That's for sure.

I release her hand and shake the uncanny thoughts away.

"Jake!"

My head snaps in the direction of Zeus' voice. He's with Marcus and they are waiting for me at the parking lot across the building.

When I glance at her again, I am stunned to see that she's already gone. She always does that. She's like a girl's virginity nowadays: disappearing so fast as if they are included in Thanos' snap.

She's probably hiding behind that tree or that huge garbage bin from afar just to maintain her mysterious vibes.

"We have been looking for you for the past thirty-three seconds."

"I was just roaming around," I dismissively shrug my shoulders. He is again giving me that squinty, doubting eyes.

"What's the deal with Pepsi?"

Oh, so they must have seen me talking to the witch a while ago.

"Nothing. Just trying to befriend her but she's a really a damn snob."

"We have already warned you, bro. Anyone but her." Zeus insists.

Why is he always wearing his overly serious face when we talk about Pepsi? It's slightly creeping me out, as I am not used to him being like this.

"She's different...and she's kind of challenging me." I nonchalantly shrug my shoulders.
"You know me, bro. I always get what I want."

"Even if your life is at risk?"

"The rumors are bullshit, bro. I'll prove it to the both of you and you'll see." With my chin up, I face him and give him a challenging smile.

"Whoa, whoa... This sounds fun!" Finally, Marcus lifts his eyes up from his phone and speaks up.

"I smell a bet!" he suggests while wiggling his eyebrows.

"A bet about Pepsi the witch? That's bloody interesting," Zeus is intently looking at me while rubbing his chin with his fingers.

I cross my arms over my chest, utterly thrilled at Marc's idea.

"You idiots sure about that?" I am so damn sure that I'm gonna win this bet. Yes, that's how I trust my charms.

"Of course we are. The question is..." Zeus steps closer towards me and with a defiant face and an arching eyebrow, he continues, "Are you?"

He's definitely provoking me.

"Wait. Let me rephrase that." Marcus steps in. "Are you ready to become a dog?" he steps even closer, obviously mimicking Zeus, and only leaves a few inches between us, "Like, literally?"

"Get the fuck out of my face, bro." I threaten him while stepping back, and they both laugh in unison before giving each other high-fives.

I slowly shake my head in amusement. I still don't understand why they give a fuck about those rumors.

"Okay, so here's the deal." I initiate while facing Zeus first. "When I score, you should give me your BMW I8,"

His eyes lit up in a mocking delight. "You wise motherfucker,"

I have been eyeing that fancy car for a while now. It's the latest model, and my dad said that I'll be having it when I graduate, but I can't wait to add it to my sportscars collection. I need to roll that bad boy down the street, you know.

"...and for you, Marc, you should let me fuck your current girlfriend, whoever she is." I confidently state.

"Which one?" Marcus asks while smirking, and I couldn't be more proud of him.

"When you're already a dog, probably a bulldog or something, I should have your Ferrari, and for Marc, the Mustang. Are we cool with that?" Zeus finishes the contract.

"Time to seal it!" Marcus excitedly throws his fist into the air.

"Wait," Zeus pauses, "Getting into her pants has some possibility. Knowing you, you sure have a lot of tricks up your sleeve. Let's make this harder as you're obsessed with challenges, right?"

"Sure. Bring it on," I say with utter confidence.

"You should make her fall in love with you," he says in a manner that tickles the competitive bone in my jaw.

That's it? Easy-peasy. I know their weakness. It's easy because I have the looks and appeal in the first place. Then all I have to do is to give them constant attention and praise. Girls love it when we always compliment their beauty, on how sexy and amazing they are and how good they look in their new haircut. 

They need three things, and I call them the triple-A batteries:

Affection.

Attention.

Assurance.

They will try to deny the compliment at first, but deep inside, there's already a tornado brewing inside their stomach and intestines. Especially if the guy is handsome. But if he looks ugly or at least average?

Creepy.

Stalker.

Rapist.

And if you keep on telling them those flowery words they always love to hear, sooner, they will fall into the trap...

That freak falls into the difficult category because she apparently has some invisible walls around her...

But I'm pretty confident that I can smash them down soon.

"Deal," I return their brofists to close the deal.

Pepsi Lane... don't you dare fail me.

*****To be continued*****

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