Changing Him

My next two classes went by smoothly--with only a few people commenting on my height, surprisingly. I didn't really care, though, because I was too busy thinking about that guy I ran into.                       Who was he?                      He was a jerk.                       He was so cute, though...                       Stop it, brain!                      "Hello, earth to Lauren?" Audrey asked tentatively.                &nb

It had been about an hour since my Skype conversation with Alyssa, and I was still buzzing with something akin to excitement from Alyssa's "plan". The whole idea was to play hard to get and easy to want.  If I was being honest, I wasn't completely sure what that even meant, but I was curious nonetheless.                       It wasn't that I had any particular desire to "change" Tyler's ways—as Alyssa had put it—but I was always down for a social experiment, not to mention that this was the first bit of excitement I'd felt since moving.                       "Lauren! Our guests are arriving any minute, get down here!" My mom called, and I could practically see her pacing with nervousness at the foot of the stairs.        &nb

Once we were settled into his car, I ran my hand over the butter colored leather of the seats. "How...fancy," I muttered to myself.                       Tyler either didn't hear or simply chose not to acknowledge my commentary. Instead, he simply leaned back in his seat and put the car into gear, only one hand on the steering wheel. Once we pulled out of the lot, he started driving like a madman, quickly gaining speed until he was soon 25 miles over the limit.                       I wasn't sure about him, but I didn't fancy dying today.                       "Slow down, god damn it!" I all but yelled, gripping the door handle. He either didn't hear me or was ignoring me (I was bet

"Um...hi?" I finally said something to Tyler, frowning up at him.                       Why was he here? How did he even manage to find out about my date?                       My eyes narrowed in thought. Trent.                       He smirked, his grip around my waist not loosening. "Well, well, well, Lauren, stalking me to the movie theater, huh?"                      My jaw dropped. Oh. So maybe he wasn't here because he knew about my date with Brandon. "No I'm not!" I exclaimed.                      

It took me approximately 3 seconds before I could make words come out of my mouth.                       "What do you want, Tyler?" I asked the question with a glare, though exhaustion was threatening to overwhelm me.                       Tyler visibly swallowed, his eyes flashing up and down my body before meeting my gaze once again. "You look like shit," he stated.                       I glanced down and remembered I was standing in front of him with baggy guy clothes and a messy bun. I fought the heat threatening to swarm my cheeks and instead focused on my anger. "Really?" I asked dryly. "Thanks for letting me know, otherwise I would've gone about my day thinking I looked like