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_{Time: Morning --> Afternoon
Location: Room --> Gym --> Fair
Interacting with Cassandra Clairian@ineffable}
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_{▔ 7:00AM}

Jayden woke to the birds; the idle chirping combined with the faint glow of the sunrise created his ideal alarm. One deep breath and a few blinks, and he was out of bed already. The floor felt cold beneath his feet as the breeze from the open window created goosebumps along his skin. Being an LA native, it took quite some time before he could adapt to the change in weather, but something about the crisp air was soothing to him, despite its frigid bite. Jayden pressed the 'play' button on the touch-pad installed within his wall, his morning playlist filling the room euphoniously. Instinctively, he moved to his walk-in closet, separated from his room by a glass door. He continued his morning routine with ease, though he still had to remember to consider his roommate. Perhaps, to him, the music wasn't as endearing and the cold breeze made the inside temperature uneven; a bad habit of inconsideration Jayden continued with.

Jayden fixed his massive breakfast, packed his things, and hit the gym. The campus was quiet in the morning, and that was something he found himself to enjoy quite a bit. It contrasted LA's busy atmosphere, and it was actually nice to hear the sounds of nature amidst the silence. His workout was rigorous, per usual, and his post-gym routine followed. The morning went the same as it did since he started at the school -- a routine he was getting accustomed to. He even waved to Mia in the communal area, though he wasn't sure if she'd noticed him. Making friends was typically easy for Jayden, and he was normally outgoing, but he liked to have his morning routines uninterrupted. Maybe he'd see her at the festival.

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_{▔ Early Afternoon}

Jayden seemed to have missed Mike this morning. Granted, he forgot he was even in the apartment. Hopefully he didn't overhear his loud, obnoxious singing or get too disrupted by the sound of the blender used for his post-workout smoothie. Regardless, he was dressed in a casual outfit appropriate for the weather that thankfully warmed up since this morning. Jayden had minor regrets for wearing a white shirt, but he had plenty more in his closet. The khakis were tight to his legs, though he liked the way it revealed the tone of his thighs and the round of his butt. His shirt even seemed too small, but it was only at his chest that made the buttons pull tighter.

The afternoon brought him to the fair grounds with his shades on to hide his eyes so nobody could see him staring back at them. The looks he got were assumed to be from his status on social media, though Jayden did get satisfaction from the occasional gawkers that couldn't hide their admiration.

A half-smirk on his face and a cool, nonchalance in his step remained up until he halted at the crowded bulletin board. Jayden shimmied his way through the pack of students, apologizing to the ones he'd bump with his broad shoulders. Though it didn't take him long to pick out what they were crowding about since he could see past all the shorter heads. He squinted his eyes, scanning through this list of students until they widened at the sight of his own name. Jayden didn't feel any embarrassment, nor achievement, but he was shocked to find himself already placed within the hierarchy of the school.

'Casanova'.

Jayden first heard of the term when he went on a trip to southern Italy, adopting the name back then. Admittedly, the name brought back a rush of memories he came to miss, but it brought him a form of pleasure to have the title resurface. If that were to be his identifier, then he didn't mind that.

As he squeezed his way out of the bunch, he began looking around for something to keep him occupied. Perhaps an event or a gathering where he'd have to engage with others -- an opportunity to make friends. Maybe there was a food stand he could get something to eat at, even though he'd just ate. He brushed his hair back, scouting through the students that began to fill the fair grounds. His mind began to wonder if any of the other 'Elites' have shown up to the fair and what their thoughts would be on the matter. Walking aimlessly, with naturally long strides, he accidentally bumped into a girl texting on her phone. Jayden hit her hard with his torso, his chest bumping her with force before his reflex kicked in and he reached out to grab her before she'd potentially fall. His hands landed at her waist, unintentionally pulling her into some sort of romantic hold.

Jayden let out a playful chuckle, followed by a cheeky smile. He'd hope his charm was enough to not get a slap in the face.

"Oops."

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_{▔ 7:00AM}

Jayden woke to the birds; the idle chirping combined with the faint glow of the sunrise created his ideal alarm. One deep breath and a few blinks, and he was out of bed already. The floor felt cold beneath his feet as the breeze from the open window created goosebumps along his skin. Being an LA native, it took quite some time before he could adapt to the change in weather, but something about the crisp air was soothing to him, despite its frigid bite. Jayden pressed the 'play' button on the touch-pad installed within his wall, his morning playlist filling the room euphoniously. Instinctively, he moved to his walk-in closet, separated from his room by a glass door. He continued his morning routine with ease, though he still had to remember to consider his roommate. Perhaps, to him, the music wasn't as endearing and the cold breeze made the inside temperature uneven; a bad habit of inconsideration Jayden continued with.

Jayden fixed his massive breakfast, packed his things, and hit the gym. The campus was quiet in the morning, and that was something he found himself to enjoy quite a bit. It contrasted LA's busy atmosphere, and it was actually nice to hear the sounds of nature amidst the silence. His workout was rigorous, per usual, and his post-gym routine followed. The morning went the same as it did since he started at the school -- a routine he was getting accustomed to. He even waved to Mia in the communal area, though he wasn't sure if she'd noticed him. Making friends was typically easy for Jayden, and he was normally outgoing, but he liked to have his morning routines uninterrupted. Maybe he'd see her at the festival.

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_{▔ Early Afternoon}

Jayden seemed to have missed Mike this morning. Granted, he forgot he was even in the apartment. Hopefully he didn't overhear his loud, obnoxious singing or get too disrupted by the sound of the blender used for his post-workout smoothie. Regardless, he was dressed in a casual outfit appropriate for the weather that thankfully warmed up since this morning. Jayden had minor regrets for wearing a white shirt, but he had plenty more in his closet. The afternoon brought him to the fair grounds with his shades on to hide his eyes so nobody could see him staring back at them. The looks he got were assumed to be from his status on social media, though Jayden did get satisfaction from the occasional gawkers that couldn't hide their admiration.

A half-smirk on his face and a cool, nonchalance in his step remained up until he halted at the crowded bulletin board. Jayden shimmied his way through the pack of students, apologizing to the ones he'd bump with his broad shoulders. Though it didn't take him long to pick out what they were crowding about since he could see past all the shorter heads. He squinted his eyes, scanning through this list of students until they widened at the sight of his own name. Jayden didn't feel any embarrassment, nor achievement, but he was shocked to find himself already placed within the hierarchy of the school.

'Casanova'.

Jayden first heard of the term when he went on a trip to southern Italy, adopting the name back then. Admittedly, the name brought back a rush of memories he came to miss, but it brought him a form of pleasure to have the title resurface. If that were to be his identifier, then he didn't mind that.

As he squeezed his way out of the bunch, he began looking around for something to keep him occupied. Perhaps an event or a gathering where he'd have to engage with others -- an opportunity to make friends. Maybe there was a food stand he could get something to eat at, even though he'd just ate. He brushed his hair back, scouting through the students that began to fill the fair grounds. His mind began to wonder if any of the other 'Elites' have shown up to the fair and what their thoughts would be on the matter. Walking aimlessly, with naturally long strides, he accidentally bumped into a girl texting on her phone. Jayden hit her hard with his torso, his chest bumping her with force before his reflex kicked in and he reached out to grab her before she'd potentially fall. His hands landed at her waist, unintentionally pulling her into some sort of romantic hold.

Jayden let out a playful chuckle, followed by a cheeky smile. He'd hope his charm was enough to not get a slap in the face.

"Oops."

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xxx 𝓝𝓪𝓶𝓮 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Jayden Matthew Hayes 𝓐𝓰𝓮 & 𝓑𝓲𝓻𝓽𝓱𝓭𝓪𝔂 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ 17; December 20th, 2002 𝓩𝓸𝓭𝓲𝓪𝓬 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Sagittarius 𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓘𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓽𝔂 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ♂ // he/him 𝓢𝓮𝔁𝓾𝓪𝓵 𝓞𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Bisexual 𝓡𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓹 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓾𝓼 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ A single virgin 𝓗𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓸𝔀𝓷 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Los Angeles, CA // USA 𝓡𝓸𝓵𝓮 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ To be determined by overlord 𝓯𝓬 | 𝓬𝓬 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Pietro Boselli | darkred	█ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █	𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Virtues Fun Humorous Daring Optimistic Nice Cheerful Vices Naiive Sheltered Unknowingly Egotistical Lacking Ambition Child-like Ignorant 𝓗𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ The dream of having everything at your fingertips is made a reality for the Hayes family, primarily for Jayden. Being born into a rich family allowed such financial freedom that he’s been spoiled with expensive material items and incredible travel experiences, all made ordinary to him through rapid consistency. One trip after another, he was used to being on the go with only excitement to look forward to. His family was deemed as rich and beautiful, starting with the eldest two brothers being successful after highschool with both modeling and self-marketing. It became Jayden’s spotlight once they left home to pursue their futures, forming an all-too-similar recognition and applause. Jayden became popular throughout his community of friends and family. His social media accounts became booming once he was noticed for his good looks and wealthy lifestyle. Many envied him, many begged to be his friend, but nothing seemed to phase the happy-go-lucky kid. He relished in the euphoria of fame and fortune, handed to him on a silver platter without any intention of using it for anything but self-enjoyment. Jayden was homeschooled by the best teachers, but his lack of social interaction was starting to make Jayden extremely sheltered. The bits of the world he knew were the five-star resorts of the bahamas, the beautiful mountains of Switzerland, the extravagant villas of Southeast Asia, and anything more one could dream of—all made easily accessible through private jets and fast cars. It wasn’t until recent years that the family began to hunt for some form of semblance and sustenance for their otherwise materialistic, image-obsessed lifestyle. They decided to add another child to the family, someone close in age to Jayden so he could properly guide them. The issue of their mother becoming unable to carry anymore children had left them without a daughter, so everything lined up perfectly when they discovered Tekahionwake Calla Tarbell—a beautiful teen girl that the family swore would be a good fit for the family. The semblance did come, but with the added challenges of caring for an adopted child with an unknown history behind them. Yes, they showered her in luxury and affluence, but her response wasn’t quite like that of her now-older siblings. What relationship to be built with a child who has no family to call their own couldn’t be bought. So they decided that it’d be best for the both of them to attend a school with a community of students similar to them. Alexandrina Preparatory School seemed like the perfect option. A way for Jayden to get out and meet more people around his age in a welcoming setting; a way for Jayden to properly bond with his new sister; a way for the two of them to experience the bit of childhood that’s most common among people. Here, Jayden hopes to get closer to Calla and to make great friends in the process.

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If you know, you know jaydenhayes _______________________________________________ People need to do a lot more laughing and a lot less hating _______________________________________________

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xxx 𝓝𝓪𝓶𝓮 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Jayden Matthew Hayes 𝓐𝓰𝓮 & 𝓑𝓲𝓻𝓽𝓱𝓭𝓪𝔂 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ 17; December 20th, 2002 𝓩𝓸𝓭𝓲𝓪𝓬 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Sagittarius 𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓘𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓽𝔂 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ♂ // he/him 𝓢𝓮𝔁𝓾𝓪𝓵 𝓞𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Bisexual 𝓡𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓹 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓾𝓼 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ A single virgin 𝓗𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓸𝔀𝓷 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Los Angeles, CA // USA 𝓡𝓸𝓵𝓮 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ To be determined by overlord 𝓯𝓬 | 𝓬𝓬 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Pietro Boselli | darkred	█ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █	𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Virtues Fun Humorous Daring Optimistic Nice Cheerful Vices Naiive Sheltered Unknowingly Egotistical Lacking Ambition Child-like Ignorant 𝓗𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ The dream of having everything at your fingertips is made a reality for the Hayes family, primarily for Jayden. Being born into a rich family allowed such financial freedom that he’s been spoiled with expensive material items and incredible travel experiences, all made ordinary to him through rapid consistency. One trip after another, he was used to being on the go with only excitement to look forward to. His family was deemed as rich and beautiful, starting with the eldest two brothers being successful after highschool with both modeling and self-marketing. It became Jayden’s spotlight once they left home to pursue their futures, forming an all-too-similar recognition and applause. Jayden became popular throughout his community of friends and family. His social media accounts became booming once he was noticed for his good looks and wealthy lifestyle. Many envied him, many begged to be his friend, but nothing seemed to phase the happy-go-lucky kid. He relished in the euphoria of fame and fortune, handed to him on a silver platter without any intention of using it for anything but self-enjoyment. Jayden was homeschooled by the best teachers, but his lack of social interaction was starting to make Jayden extremely sheltered. The bits of the world he knew were the five-star resorts of the bahamas, the beautiful mountains of Switzerland, the extravagant villas of Southeast Asia, and anything more one could dream of—all made easily accessible through private jets and fast cars. It wasn’t until recent years that the family began to hunt for some form of semblance and sustenance for their otherwise materialistic, image-obsessed lifestyle. They decided to add another child to the family, someone close in age to Jayden so he could properly guide them. The issue of their mother becoming unable to carry anymore children had left them without a daughter, so everything lined up perfectly when they discovered Tekahionwake Calla Tarbell—a beautiful teen girl that the family swore would be a good fit for the family. The semblance did come, but with the added challenges of caring for an adopted child with an unknown history behind them. Yes, they showered her in luxury and affluence, but her response wasn’t quite like that of her now-older siblings. What relationship to be built with a child who has no family to call their own couldn’t be bought. So they decided that it’d be best for the both of them to attend a school with a community of students similar to them. Alexandrina Preparatory School seemed like the perfect option. A way for Jayden to get out and meet more people around his age in a welcoming setting; a way for Jayden to properly bond with his new sister; a way for the two of them to experience the bit of childhood that’s most common among people. Here, Jayden hopes to get closer to Calla and to make great friends in the process.

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If you know, you know jaydenhayes _______________________________________________ People need to do a lot more laughing and a lot less hating _______________________________________________

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You could call it a bit of an obsession, or maybe just head over heels in love. For Blake, he’d call it neither. Love wasn’t something he would throw around freely, nor would he slap that onto his confusion as it’s name, but instead he calls it a massive crush—a strong interest, to say the least. He had all of the symptoms to the resulting craze of desire: checking his phone every minute to see if he had any new messages from her, overanalyzing everything she says and does, playing out each memory he had with her, and even the strong fantasies that came from such a lustful pair. And the lust in particular is how it began, but the simplicity of that isn’t how Blake wants it to continue. For now, he relishes in the chase, finding satisfaction every time she shows even the slightest bit of heightened interest. Perhaps it was the determination embedded in Blake that never allowed him to let go of a challenge, and this is one that comes with far better of a reward than anything else.

Propped against the base of a tree, his eyes were glancing between the sorority house in front of him and the phone in his right hand. In particular, it was the room with the long windows and the nude-colored curtains that sometimes revealed a silhouette moving around in the room. The butterflies rose to the pit of his stomach, knowing he’d finally see Lola Russo for the first time since a few weeks ago. Blake didn’t spend nearly as much time as he’d wanted with Lola over the summer since she had numerous vacations and modeling gigs to travel to. So it was this coming moment that would truly be the kick off to the school year; to finally be able to shoot his shot again at something more with her, uninterrupted.

Blake was able to practice an incredible feat of patience with Lola, finding it totally fine for her to be late or to be spotty in her replies to his messages, but his usual patience dwindled. Since he came to school and moved in, he hadn’t said a word to any of his friends except through messaging and social media. His immediate excitement was her, and he wouldn’t let anyone else get in the way of that.

Antsy, he wrote out his text and sent it:

“I’m outside babe, lets gooooooooo.”

Ignoring the chiming sound of her phone signaling the arrival of a third text message from the same sender, Lola Russo continued to add the finishing touches to the night’s outfit. In normal circumstances, she wouldn’t be caught dead at The Great Bash-- no matter how many of her Delta Phi Nu sisters would be in attendance. But tonight, she would be doing what everyone would deem impossible: putting her pride and ego aside to spend some time with Blake de Stefano.

It had been nearly two years since Lola and Blake had met during one of the Greek parties at the start of their first semester of freshman year. The chemistry between them had been undeniable: so much so that they’d ended up between the sheets of his bed that same night. She’d been open and honest with him about her lack of desire for a formal relationship from the start, and he’d consented to it without a second thought. Of course, life often found a funny way to throw curveballs at you and mess everything up. The more time they spent together, the more Lola realized that there was a lot more to her ‘agreement’ with Blake than just a couple of hookups a week. Soon they were studying together, going out together, and even having long conversations about their families, their hopes, their dreams and their separate futures. It wasn’t too hard for the young woman to realize the defenses she’d put in place to protect her heart were slowly starting to come down. And in a scared attempt to regain control of her feelings, she’d pulled away during Meadow University’s summer break.

Lola had occupied her time between her parents, her modeling career and luxurious vacation trips with 27 year-old Florida businessman Harrison Cross. All of these had proven to be extremely effective in filling up her schedule: two weeks with her parents in Los Angeles, photoshoots in New York, a trip to Turks and Caicos, a catwalk in Milan, and so on… But no matter how hard she tried, her thoughts went back to Blake the second she found herself completely alone with her thoughts.

After a half hour standing in front of the mirror examining every small detail, the young woman was finally satisfied with her appearance. Letting out a deep sigh, Lola grabbed her small Chanel purse from her bed, stuffed her keys, phone, wallet and lipstick inside and made her way out the Delta house, where the man in question stood waiting for her at the base of a nearby tree. And as hard as she tried to conceal it, there was no denying the way her eyes lit up and how her heart rate sped up when she saw him.

“If you harass me like that again, I swear I’m blocking your ass from any and all forms of digital contact you could have with me,” the blonde drawled as she approached the young man. “And I mean it.” In normal circumstances, Lola would do good on her word. But tonight, she was just joking around, and made it clear to Blake by shooting him a smile and wrapping her arms around him and pulling him into a tight hug.

She was quiet for a moment, taking in the delicious, spicy scent of his cologne and relishing in the feeling of being in his arms again. But a rather impulsive move, Lola pulled away from the embrace long enough to press her lips against Blake’s and in a deep kiss. She knew she would never be able to tell him just how much she’d missed him outright, but maybe her actions would be able to convey the message.

By the time she’d finally made her way out the door, Blake began to second guess himself. Was his hair styled to perfection? Was his black t-shirt hugging his muscles too tight to the point that he came off as arrogant? He looked it over, from the gold chain wrapped around his neck, to the denim jeans that sat ruffled over his white Nike’s. He shook his head—he never cared about his appearance this much. But it was the playful ire of her tone, joyfully recognizable to him, that broke his trance of self-criticism.

Blake gave a shot at his devilish half-smirk that usually sold the girls, but it was a failed attempt. What was a half-smirk turned into a big cheesing smile; the one that makes the corner of his eyes wrinkle and the dimples in his cheeks to cave deeper. He let out a chuckle of excitement, jogging to close the gap faster than her strides would allow. In the moment, her words nearly went over his head, stunned by her beauty and her strut, even in the dim glow of the moonlight and the brightness of the sorority house beaming from behind her. He was used to it though: focusing extra hard when he was with her to comprehend what she would say in between gawking at her appearance.

It was her initiation of a tight hug that shot the butterflies from his stomach and out of his mouth in the form of a joyful screech. Though his tone was deep and masculine, he felt like a little boy in the moment—lifting her with ease, desperate to release the euphoria he felt in the moment. Cutely childish, but genuine.

“I missed—,” he started, but was cut off with her kiss; and the euphoria crashed like an ocean wave, brilliant and sparkling. The kiss lasted long, but never quite long enough to truly satisfy him. Blake left his lips close, his forehead pressed against hers with his hands around her waist, his fingers nearly touching from holding the mid of her hourglass.

“I’ve been waiting here for a little while, you know. I guess you just really know how to drive me crazy.” And the half-smirk resurfaced.

"You would think that after nearly two years you'd know better than to assume I'd be ready on time." Lola replied with a shrug and that heartfelt smile still on her face, playfully biting her lip when Blake's half-smirk made her heart race.

He chuckled softly, “You’re right. Maybe I should’ve just. . . gone inside and. . .,” his voice trailed off, one hand running down the curve of her hip and the other brushing through her hair, his lips finding the sweet spot in her neck to give her a light kiss.

The combination of Blake's husky tone, his teasing touch and his warm lips on her neck was always guaranteed to cover her skin in goosebumps and increase her growing hunger for him. If he was serious about making it to that party on time, then he knew that playing with fire wasn't the way to go. But with how little interest Lola had about attending, she wouldn't deter him from getting what they've both wanted for so long.

"With how much you've been begging to see me, I thought that would be the first thing you'd do to me…" she said in the kittenish tone she knew drove him crazy.

Whether it was Blake’s naturally high sex drive or Lola’s intense charm he had over him, it was with such simplicity that he’d be easily arroused by her. By now, she knew all the tips and tricks to really get him going. Collectively, with her seduction and the way she knew how to maximize his desire, she became irresistible. Blake’s smirk fell, his expression fading into a lustful one where his gaze met hers, his eyes full of a burning crave to have his way with her. She was absolutely right.

Blake leaned down to her ear, a warm whisper tickling her ear between his even breaths, “Well then we better get inside before I start ripping your clothes off in public.” Instinctively, he lifted her. His hands were holding her thighs that were wrapped around his waist, carrying her without effort. Lola’s hair fell forward as he moved to kiss her hard, with less innocence and more eroticism. His restless steps eagerly made his way to the door.

Lion's Den

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You could call it a bit of an obsession, or maybe just head over heels in love. For Blake, he’d call it neither. Love wasn’t something he would throw around freely, nor would he slap that onto his confusion as it’s name, but instead he calls it a massive crush—a strong interest, to say the least. He had all of the symptoms to the resulting craze of desire: checking his phone every minute to see if he had any new messages from her, overanalyzing everything she says and does, playing out each memory he had with her, and even the strong fantasies that came from such a lustful pair. And the lust in particular is how it began, but the simplicity of that isn’t how Blake wants it to continue. For now, he relishes in the chase, finding satisfaction every time she shows even the slightest bit of heightened interest. Perhaps it was the determination embedded in Blake that never allowed him to let go of a challenge, and this is one that comes with far better of a reward than anything else.

Propped against the base of a tree, his eyes were glancing between the sorority house in front of him and the phone in his right hand. In particular, it was the room with the long windows and the nude-colored curtains that sometimes revealed a silhouette moving around in the room. The butterflies rose to the pit of his stomach, knowing he’d finally see Lola Russo for the first time since a few weeks ago. Blake didn’t spend nearly as much time as he’d wanted with Lola over the summer since she had numerous vacations and modeling gigs to travel to. So it was this coming moment that would truly be the kick off to the school year; to finally be able to shoot his shot again at something more with her, uninterrupted.

Blake was able to practice an incredible feat of patience with Lola, finding it totally fine for her to be late or to be spotty in her replies to his messages, but his usual patience dwindled. Since he came to school and moved in, he hadn’t said a word to any of his friends except through messaging and social media. His immediate excitement was her, and he wouldn’t let anyone else get in the way of that.

Antsy, he wrote out his text and sent it:

“I’m outside babe, lets gooooooooo.”

Ignoring the chiming sound of her phone signaling the arrival of a third text message from the same sender, Lola Russo continued to add the finishing touches to the night’s outfit. In normal circumstances, she wouldn’t be caught dead at The Great Bash-- no matter how many of her Delta Phi Nu sisters would be in attendance. But tonight, she would be doing what everyone would deem impossible: putting her pride and ego aside to spend some time with Blake de Stefano.

It had been nearly two years since Lola and Blake had met during one of the Greek parties at the start of their first semester of freshman year. The chemistry between them had been undeniable: so much so that they’d ended up between the sheets of his bed that same night. She’d been open and honest with him about her lack of desire for a formal relationship from the start, and he’d consented to it without a second thought. Of course, life often found a funny way to throw curveballs at you and mess everything up. The more time they spent together, the more Lola realized that there was a lot more to her ‘agreement’ with Blake than just a couple of hookups a week. Soon they were studying together, going out together, and even having long conversations about their families, their hopes, their dreams and their separate futures. It wasn’t too hard for the young woman to realize the defenses she’d put in place to protect her heart were slowly starting to come down. And in a scared attempt to regain control of her feelings, she’d pulled away during Meadow University’s summer break.

Lola had occupied her time between her parents, her modeling career and luxurious vacation trips with 27 year-old Florida businessman Harrison Cross. All of these had proven to be extremely effective in filling up her schedule: two weeks with her parents in Los Angeles, photoshoots in New York, a trip to Turks and Caicos, a catwalk in Milan, and so on… But no matter how hard she tried, her thoughts went back to Blake the second she found herself completely alone with her thoughts.

After a half hour standing in front of the mirror examining every small detail, the young woman was finally satisfied with her appearance. Letting out a deep sigh, Lola grabbed her small Chanel purse from her bed, stuffed her keys, phone, wallet and lipstick inside and made her way out the Delta house, where the man in question stood waiting for her at the base of a nearby tree. And as hard as she tried to conceal it, there was no denying the way her eyes lit up and how her heart rate sped up when she saw him.

“If you harass me like that again, I swear I’m blocking your ass from any and all forms of digital contact you could have with me,” the blonde drawled as she approached the young man. “And I mean it.” In normal circumstances, Lola would do good on her word. But tonight, she was just joking around, and made it clear to Blake by shooting him a smile and wrapping her arms around him and pulling him into a tight hug.

She was quiet for a moment, taking in the delicious, spicy scent of his cologne and relishing in the feeling of being in his arms again. But a rather impulsive move, Lola pulled away from the embrace long enough to press her lips against Blake’s and in a deep kiss. She knew she would never be able to tell him just how much she’d missed him outright, but maybe her actions would be able to convey the message.

By the time she’d finally made her way out the door, Blake began to second guess himself. Was his hair styled to perfection? Was his black t-shirt hugging his muscles too tight to the point that he came off as arrogant? He looked it over, from the gold chain wrapped around his neck, to the denim jeans that sat ruffled over his white Nike’s. He shook his head—he never cared about his appearance this much. But it was the playful ire of her tone, joyfully recognizable to him, that broke his trance of self-criticism.

Blake gave a shot at his devilish half-smirk that usually sold the girls, but it was a failed attempt. What was a half-smirk turned into a big cheesing smile; the one that makes the corner of his eyes wrinkle and the dimples in his cheeks to cave deeper. He let out a chuckle of excitement, jogging to close the gap faster than her strides would allow. In the moment, her words nearly went over his head, stunned by her beauty and her strut, even in the dim glow of the moonlight and the brightness of the sorority house beaming from behind her. He was used to it though: focusing extra hard when he was with her to comprehend what she would say in between gawking at her appearance.

It was her initiation of a tight hug that shot the butterflies from his stomach and out of his mouth in the form of a joyful screech. Though his tone was deep and masculine, he felt like a little boy in the moment—lifting her with ease, desperate to release the euphoria he felt in the moment. Cutely childish, but genuine.

“I missed—,” he started, but was cut off with her kiss; and the euphoria crashed like an ocean wave, brilliant and sparkling. The kiss lasted long, but never quite long enough to truly satisfy him. Blake left his lips close, his forehead pressed against hers with his hands around her waist, his fingers nearly touching from holding the mid of her hourglass.

“I’ve been waiting here for a little while, you know. I guess you just really know how to drive me crazy.” And the half-smirk resurfaced.

"You would think that after nearly two years you'd know better than to assume I'd be ready on time." Lola replied with a shrug and that heartfelt smile still on her face, playfully biting her lip when Blake's half-smirk made her heart race.

He chuckled softly, “You’re right. Maybe I should’ve just. . . gone inside and. . .,” his voice trailed off, one hand running down the curve of her hip and the other brushing through her hair, his lips finding the sweet spot in her neck to give her a light kiss.

The combination of Blake's husky tone, his teasing touch and his warm lips on her neck was always guaranteed to cover her skin in goosebumps and increase her growing hunger for him. If he was serious about making it to that party on time, then he knew that playing with fire wasn't the way to go. But with how little interest Lola had about attending, she wouldn't deter him from getting what they've both wanted for so long.

"With how much you've been begging to see me, I thought that would be the first thing you'd do to me…" she said in the kittenish tone she knew drove him crazy.

Whether it was Blake’s naturally high sex drive or Lola’s intense charm he had over him, it was with such simplicity that he’d be easily arroused by her. By now, she knew all the tips and tricks to really get him going. Collectively, with her seduction and the way she knew how to maximize his desire, she became irresistible. Blake’s smirk fell, his expression fading into a lustful one where his gaze met hers, his eyes full of a burning crave to have his way with her. She was absolutely right.

Blake leaned down to her ear, a warm whisper tickling her ear between his even breaths, “Well then we better get inside before I start ripping your clothes off in public.” Instinctively, he lifted her. His hands were holding her thighs that were wrapped around his waist, carrying her without effort. Lola’s hair fell forward as he moved to kiss her hard, with less innocence and more eroticism. His restless steps eagerly made his way to the door.

Lion's Den

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