Darren stood by the balcony of his room, staring at nothing in particular and bothered by a single thought that seemed to overtake his entire being. Mia, that was all he could think of right now… it was probably one of his little fancies that would die off over time but he wanted to think differently. He stared at the glass of tequila in his hand… the little bubbles that danced at the bottom and slowly made their way up before taking a sip from the glass. Mia wasn’t like other girls he’d met, who easily gave in to his curse… she knew she didn’t like him and stood by it – it hurt but the very fact intrigued him, most girls would get completely drawn to him after one kiss…. An irresistible attraction.
He hated that fact about him… he could hardly tell if a girl truly loved him, he felt his
