The girl in front of me was beautiful. She was slightly shorter than me, and her blonde hair seemed to fall halfway down her back, her emerald eyes shone at me as if there were actually a light in them.

The girl flashed her pearly whites at me. I smiled gently back at her. Sure, she was beautiful, but she wasn't Emily. Then again, they never were. Nobody could compare to Emily, but tonight, the blonde would have to do.

"Hi," I said, introducing myself to the girl.

"Hi," she said nervously.

"I haven't seen you around before, are you new?" I asked.

"Just moved here from Vermont," she admitted to me.

"Vermont? It's beautiful up there," I said.

From what I'd seen of it, it was beautiful. Not that I'd seen much of it. I'd only been there two or three times, but the views in Vermont were much better than the ones here in Pennsylvania.

"You've been there?" she asked, surprised.

"A couple of times," I shrugged. It wasn't a big deal.

She looked at me, seemingly awestruck, though I hadn't a clue why.

"So, Vermont," I said casually, "You have a name?"

Of course she had a name.

"Oh, yeah, I'm Jocelyn," the girl said.

"Jocelyn…" I mused, "That's a pretty name, perfect for a pretty girl like you."

Jocelyn blushed. In all honesty, she was much more than pretty, but the only girl I would ever call beautiful, at least out loud, was Emily.

"I'm…"

"I know who you are," Jocelyn said, "Everyone told me to steer clear of you."

I grinned. Of course they would. After all, I was Rosewood's resident heartbreaker.

"And yet you called to me with your pretty little smile," I said.

Jocelyn blushed again, her eyes looking up at me through her fluttering eyelashes. I could almost hear her heart pounding in her chest.


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