“You look nice, girlfriend.” I met gaze with him, taking note of his charming smile. I was propelled to react, to smile back but I did not want to be their fool again.

They had done enough to make me realize I needed to be careful with people and to stand for myself. Changing my dress in the bathroom had given me time to think of what had just happened this night. It was very late, while others were asleep, we were busy trying to fight off perverted pro like Greg and his friend, Bryan.

Drama just never seemed to end with the Salvatore boys. If this was what living...