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So, I'm quick with updating (not...) and decided to explain something...
Last chapter was written in the middle of the night two days ago, which explains the sloppy spelling in some places but the worst part was probably that I forgot to label it Prologue. Yeah, I was tired and my mom was bugging me about going to bed and I didn't think about putting the label in the top. Haha, at least now you know! (:
And seriously, I've gotten so many hits on this story - after only one chapter may I mention... - and I only got two reviews? What happened, did you miss the review button? Did you suddenly lose all eyesight? Or maybe you just didn't feel like it? -.^ anyways, leave a review or something, tell me if this is any good or if there's something I should do better?
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Chapter 1.

It's hard trying to fit in at a place where you know you don't belong. Especially if you shouldn't even be there at all. It's even harder pretending to be happy and friendly when that's the last thing you feel.

What is easy, though, is following instructions. Such as; sit by the bar, look over at him, make eye contact then break it, ignore him, then look at him again, when he comes up to you, act like you're not interested, ignore him… and so on. If you have the right instructions, everything is easy.

I had the right instructions, and I had the right target. He was attractive and womanizing, easy to get hooked, hard to get rid of – that is, if he doesn't get what he wants. He was a winner in every situation, always finishing the game he played to the mark. Right now he just didn't know what game he was playing. But he was about to find out.

My eyes drifted over to him again and I met his gaze as he leaned over the pool table, made his last shot and gave me his signature bad-boy grin. On that cue I raised an eyebrow and turned back to my drink, slowly making circles in the liquid with the straw. I could feel his eyes lingering on me a little bit longer, pursing my lips when I knew they were turned away. From the corner of my eye I could see him giving Tyler Simms one of those one armed hugs before handing over his cue stick to him and heading for the bar. His eyes were yet again on me.

Okay, just so you don't get the wrong idea here, I wasn't doing this of my own will. There is a sort of problem to my life story, and that little problem indicated no free will. Well, I had some free will, like what to do around friends, but around this one guy – the one that was closing in on me this second – I didn't have anything to say about the situation. I had been ordered to seduce him, make him want me in a way that would end up hurting him and the others. I wasn't a cruel person, I didn't want to do any of this, but as I said, I didn't have a choice.

That's why, when he leaned in over the bar next to me, ordering two cokes from Nicky, I met his gaze from the corner of my eye. The smile appeared on his lips and he leaned in closer to be heard over the noise.

"Are we going to keep this up all night?"

"What exactly?" I asked with pouted lips, turning to full front face him. "The 'exchanging wanting gazes but nothing else'?"

"Yeah, that," his smirk was still on place, and I raised an eyebrow at him.

"Well, Mr. Garwin, unless you decide to dance with me, I guess we will," I returned his smirk and the eyebrow got even higher.

He straightened up his stance and I slid down from the barstool, shaking out my long curls using one hand. There was a look of something in his eyes, but it was gone before I had time to place it. His smirk got even wider when he grabbed my outstretched hand and I lead him to the dance floor. There wasn't too many people out there, but there was enough of bodies to keep us somewhat out of plain sight from his friends. I didn't really want them staring at me and their friend while we got all close and heavy against one another.

Say what you want about the guy, but he wasn't a bad dancer. He'd obviously made this kind of contact with other girls before me. His movements were seductive, his wandering hands, while still keeping to allowed parts, were indicating something more might go down later. It wasn't.

His hands searched down my arms, got a gentle hold on my wrists and put my arms around his neck. I knew what he was going to do, I could feel the vibes of him making his move, moving even closer, leaning his head down. Our breaths were mixing up, revealing there had been some consuming of alcohol. The second he was about to close in the last inch, I opened my mouth.

"Not going to happen."

His eyes had been halfway closed, but were now open. His hands slid down from the allowed zone of my back, and gently cupped my butt. "Don't you know who I am?"

My hands found his and I put them back at his sides. "I know that all too well," I smiled, before turning away and walking back to my seat at the bar. The seed had been sown and now it was up to him to make it grow. I knew he would, and I got even more certain when I saw the faces of his friends. He had headed back for the table they occupied, and he obviously hadn't been prepared for the greeting he was going to get – he hadn't known that I had made my denial obvious to his friends on purpose, but as I headed for a door, I met his gaze and gave him a smile that let him know I'd made a joke of him on purpose. The look I received could have killed a stone.

Outside of Nicky's, the sleek black vehicle waited for me. I recognized it from earlier, that man had been riding in it. He'd driven me to Spencer in it that first day, dropped me off then gotten out of there fast. Though the driver's seat was empty.

Guessing I should drive the thing back to Spencer, I opened the door, jumped in behind the steering wheel and drove off. Halfway to Spencer I noticed a phone in the passenger seat. The scary thing wasn't that it hadn't been there before now – the scary thing was that it started ringing the second I put my eyes on it.

My eyes widened, but my brain easily put the puzzle pieces together. Parking at the side of the road, I gripped the phone and accepted the call.

"You did well."

"Thanks."

"He's hooked, now you just need to pull him in."

"Okay."

"He probably won't talk to you in a few days, since you embarrassed him in front of his friends, but Reid is Reid and I'm guessing he'll be on track again by Friday."

I listened intently at his words, memorizing each and every one, while my eyes traced over my surroundings. It felt like someone was watching me, but if there was I couldn't make out anything in the darkness. Still, the feeling didn't go away.

"Sure, I'll do what you tell me to."

"There's a party at the Dell's on Friday, I want you to go there and do what you do best." There was a click and then the line died.

I sighed heavily, leaning my forehead against the steering wheel. I didn't want to do this, not any of it, but I didn't have a choice. It's hard to be a slave, especially when you find your assignment disgusting.

I wasn't a seductress, not if I knew myself right and it seemed like I didn't. I was after all the result of someone's imagination.

I started the engine again, this time making it all the way back to Spencer without anything happening. It wasn't until my head hit the pillow in my dorm that I felt the presence of something. But by the time I realized what, it was too late and I was swept into a dream with ghostly white mists clinging to my feet and a blonde male walking towards me…