sorry it took so long to get this up. things have been...well, it doesn't matter. i have a reason, but it's not important. anyways, here you go. i'll try to update better. the song for THIS chapter is Maybe by Sick Puppies, and the song in the last chapter was Alive by Superchick.

I stared at the mirror in horror, not sure whether to scream or ask Jessie for some sort of robe to wear over this. Honestly, I wanted to disappear.

Jessie giggled behind me, actually surprising me a little. "Dang, Ari. I never knew it was possible for you to be so taunting. I mean, sure, you don't exactly give off the 'nice girl' vibe, but this isn't even you!"

There would be a knock on the other side of the door right about then, something that made me jump a little in surprise. She was probably expecting it, and I should have been, because I knew Seth could hear. He had supersonic hearing at least.

"I wanna see!"

"It's not appropriate for you to see," Jessie sighed, truly looking disappointed in that fact knowing that I had to do this. "But you have to."

"You're right, I do," he agreed. "And I'm not even gonna try to pretend that I mind, cause I don't—at all."

She rolled her eyes and opened the door just enough to stick her head out. "That's because you're a boy, and boys are stupid."

"Yes they are," I agreed, not bothering to mumble it under my breath.

Momma had tried to convince Daddy to let Seth come with us, just because she wants to test us and win the bet, but Daddy refused, and Ella and Nudge backed him up, because it doesn't support their bet. Of course Sam agreed, and Alex was just ticked—along with Iggy...and Sean...and Gazzy...and Jesse. Just about everyone was, except for Momma and Alli. Personally, I didn't mind, because I partially wanted him to be there. But, at the same time, I did, because I wanted Sam to be right. I wanted to be able to say I held strong.

So, instead, all the girls went, and they voted on the sexiest, the prettiest, and the most appropriate.

Guess which one we got. Just take a wild guess.

Yeah; the sexiest.

But, it was only slightly a little bit almost close to nearly being somewhat okay because it looked awesome. It was basically a lingerie version of my style.

Pretty cool if you ask me.

It was a short dress, shorter than anything else I owned—anything I wanted to own, really. It came nine inches above my knee, which is super short. It was strapless, and the top was a zip up corset deal—black satin with red silk as the bottom layer. The skirt was lacy and fluffy, and to go underneath it, I had on a pair of black fishnet pantyhose and a pair of black knee high hooker boots with red ribbon lacing up the back, or so it looked anyways.

He laughed, a laugh full of a now seemingly usual desire. It was something I was used to at this point. "I'm probably imagining something way worse."

"Your petty human imagination has nothing on me," I said firmly as I pulled the door open, frowning at him. Instantly, he shifted to something completely different—from that confident husky, sexy guy to a horny, sexy teenager.

I smirked up at him, knowing I was exactly right. But, instead of saying anything else, I took off running past him and downstairs, before he could even get a good look at me. All he saw was my hair and my mascara, which was the only makeup I had on.

My hair was left natural, but Jessie sorta teased my roots to give my hair more volume. It was awesome.

When I got to the bottom, I put on my backpack and turned to find Seth's parents both gawking at me. His dad, though, started laughing after a little bit.

His mom, though, was just gawking.

I bit my lip as Seth stumbled down the stairs after me, still looking at me the same way he had been when I opened the door. Jessie was gracefully bounding down the stairs behind him, giggling at how funny he was acting.

What can I say? He's about to be eighteen, and while conscious, he doesn't know what its like. Yet, he now desires it more than anything else, more than he ever realized he would.

Imagine what it's like for me. I was conscious and aware of everything—how it felt, what was happening; everything.

"You're not going," he finally decided, grabbing my hand and pulling me back up the stairs. "I refuse."

"Seth, I have to," I demanded.

"Call in sick?" he suggested. "Please, Ari. Don't go to school like this."

"I'm going, Seth," I said firmly. "I'm sorry, but I have to. And, don't worry." I kissed his cheek quickly. "But, we should go."

His mom finally smiled. "Have fun, sweetheart."

"Thanks, Mrs. Moore," I began to say, but she cut me off before I could go on.

"Ari, dear, call me Elizabeth," she disagreed, smiling. "I'll see you two tonight? Seth, do you have any plans after school?"

He nodded. "Yes, ma'am. We'll be back most likely around nine, possibly later, but it'll be something like that. I'll let you know if that changes."

She smiled at him, obviously seeing what he meant. It made me curious, so I turned to gaze at him with a baffled look. He, of course, just gave me that irresistible smile and wrapped his arms around my waist, no longer looking down at me with desire; although other reasons showed me that he still wanted me, even if I didn't actually know him better than I even know myself.

I rolled my eyes up at him, but even his family knew the bright smile I had on my lips was unstoppable. So, they just all laughed at me as I stalked outside, throwing a false temper tantrum. They all knew why I was getting him outside, including Seth himself, but only Seth followed.

I love how much his parents trust us. Daddy won't even let us leave the house alone anymore. He comes with us, or he sends Iggy. Before, he sent Sam, but after a few hours, he realized that she was gonna let us be free, so he came after us. Sure, he couldn't figure out where to get in or just where the tree was, but when we came back, he refused to let us go alone.

Seth pinned me against his truck, hard, and in an instant, he was cradling my face in his hands, looking at me with an odd desire. It was something new, something I had never seen from even him. Here I thought he wanted me in all of the worst ways possible, in every way possible. I was wrong it seems.

Now, this desire was out of pure love. He didn't seem to care what kind of body I had. To me, it seemed like if I was short, hefty, and had no boobs, he wouldn't care. He would still want me.

Which made me glad that I wasn't any of those things.

I wanted to ask him where we were going after school today—demand it even. But, as I continued to stare up at him, I knew that wasn't gonna happen.

Even if I had decided to ask, he was kissing me before I could, so I didn't really get a choice.

I could definitely get used to this.