Claimed By The Mafia Alpha
years old when
nd crazy a
g," Leah says as we sit on the
pretend I love because that's where I see him.
the quarterback and the hottest guy on the planet-or
her. "Football is a lot of
eady. You're not shy. Why don't you
climbing all over him, and I've been watching him long enough
oy the attraction. And I know that's what this
ithout his shirt. Whenever he walks by, I feel my heart beating faster from excit
face, kisses me. Our bodies touch, rub against each other. Our cl
went all the way, but then I found out he sl
st him again and we broke up. Now I'm much more careful about the guys I
Still, if there's anybody I'd want to have
, celebrate your birthday." "My birthday is not for another week," I re
an get a head s
't know. What if they throw us out aga
Aristotle." Aristotle is by far the coolest club i
et's do it. Let's
-top, and over-the-knee high-heeled boots. Her blond hair is perfectly smooth and straight, f
leave in Leah's car. A thick sweater hides the sexy top I'
suspicion. I tell my parents I'm going t
ew anymore. Well, I probably do, but it's not a formal one. As long as I come home before
formation. Off goes the thick sweater, revea
leverly designed to look cute, so I'm not embarrassed to have them show. I don't have
those inches, so I put on the shoes. Next, I pull out my makeup bag a
learly defined black eyebrows dominate my small face. Rob o
y eyelashes are unusually long. Fake lashes, Leah calls them, but they're entirel
t. I wouldn't care, except Jake likes tall girls. I don't think he even sees me in the hallway; I'm literally below his
e bouncer a big smile, and we flash our IDs. They let us through, no problem. We've neve
be heard above the music. "Ralph told me about it," she ye
uys to buy us shots. We don't have more than one drink each. Leah-because she has to drive us, I ask the bartender for a glass of water. I am thirsty after all the dancing. He gives it to me, and I gree