Profile: Age: 26
Hair: long, dark brown
“Seriously, the longest I think I’ve gone between guys is two weeks, and I cried the entire time that I would be alone forever. How is it possible that I’ve never been in love?”
She felt spellbound, like she’d been hypnotized. Like Mina and Dracula, as if he’d somehow infected her, and logic and reason no longer applied. Ultimately, she didn’t get it, and was torn because even though she knew she should stay away, she was equally fascinated, dreading and anticipating every chance she had to see him.
They’d only spoken a few times, but she watched him during band practice like a stalker. Dean had all the makings of a man-sized Venus Flytrap. Everything about him called to her, and every other woman in a fifty-foot radius, but she knew that if she got close she would get eaten. Hopefully eaten in the sexy way, but she figured more likely it would be in the way that she would experience a slow and painful death via metaphorical stomach acid.
She’d dodged a bullet, she told herself, over and over, but it hurt like she had taken it in the heart.
The heartbreaking song was for her, she knew with every word he sang, every note he played, and she was rooted to the spot, her hands to her lips as a tear slipped down her cheek, her face the picture of a hundred emotions in one stunned look.