*☆ —It was manipulative to do all she could in her power to make herself the main focus of Finn and she knew that but did that stop the blonde from taking part in those actions? No, of course not.
Shutting the door behind her in a soft but swift bump of her hip those piercing blue eyes watched the boy carefully, teeth digging into her lesser lip harshly out of habit. She could feel the hesitance he was radiating, the aura that glowed was far from what she had wanted. But it was Courtney Summers and there was no discouragement. In fact, Finn was only her catalyst on wanting to indulge in the male more.
“Not much,” she muttered, her voice low as her heels clicked against the hard wood floors. Slowly the twenty one year old stepped in towards him, leaving arms length in distance between them. Courtney couldn’t help it that her eyes lingered on him and honestly, the more she took him in the more she wanted to play her dangerous games. Extending her hand out to him, tilting her head with alluring eyes but a welcoming smile, she spoke in the honey drenched tone she was known to have.
“Come upstairs with me…”
░ ━ ⁛ ⁚ Blinded by the idea, that the feelings that Courtney had for him were the only ones he’s ever been able to capture. Not to say that he was settling, she was one of the, if not, the prettiest girls on campus. Out of his reach, if you would’ve questioned him of it. He’d always been caught in the orbit of the bookish girls that had been straight forward with him. It was different with her, not like cat and mouse, but something of the comparison didn’t feel completely out of place.
It was only a second that passed between the two ex lovers before her much smaller hand was engulfed in his. A puzzle ?? Maybe that was more accurate. It wasn’t as if the oblivious boy was completely blind to the attitude that Courtney could harbor to others, Chandler hadn’t hesitated to tell him of it when they’d first started going out. But she hadn’t been harsh to him, or if she had, he certainly didn’t notice. Maybe that was more accurate, she was a puzzle he couldn’t exactly piece together. Honey words with a razor tongue. It was all too familiar, “Oh, Chandler didn’t kill me, but he did hit my head pretty hard.” He recalled, bringing his empty hand to rub the back of his head.
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