Lesson one about dealing with boys: they're only after one thing.

And you have to make sure that they think they're going to get it.

The next morning, Megan woke up extra early, to pick out her clothes. She pulled out a spaghetti strap, that stopped slightly above her belly button, and had a really low neck line. She also made sure that it was super tight. Then she put on shorts that were so short they almost weren't there.

After that, she brushed her hair, until it looked like it was haloing her head, then pulled it up into a high ponytail. She laied a few quick strands over her shoulders.

Looking herself over in the mirror, she smiled, knowing that he wouldn't be able to avoid her. She looked too sexy.

She winked at herself, once then moved over to her desk. Now, for the hard part.

Of coruse, the teachers wouldn't allow her to wear this to school. It wasn't appropriate. Which meant that she was going to have to make a special potion to make sure that they didn't notice.

~NWNWNWNWNWNWNW

The potion had been spread across the whole school. Megan had told Ria to explain to the others why she wasn't sitting with them today. They'd all probably roll their eyes, because it was nothing new.

Time to put the plan into action.

Megan silently strode over to Drake's table, putting on the shy act. She bit her lip, as she stood right behind him.

"E-excuse me?" she whispered, innocently. "C-can I sit here? All the other tables are full..."

That was a lie. None of the other tables were full except for Brittany Cooper's table. The only other girl who was a pretty as Megan in the whole school.

Drake turned around, and looked her once over. He didn't blush or anything-much to Megan's dissapointment. Instead, he smiled, nodded, and motioned to a seat that was right across the table from the seat next to him.

Megan growled, softly. Then turned to the boy who was seated next to him, and had stollen his blush. She made her eyes look soft. "Can I sit here?" she looked away shyly. "People keep staring at me, I don't know why. I'd rather not see them stare at me."

The boy quickly nodded, and moved to the other chair. More then happy to please the beautiful girl.

Megan smiled, triumphantly, and sat down next to Drake. Then she put on her charm.

"Hey." she smiled seductivly at him.

"Hey." he glanced at her, then smiled. Nicely. Megan growled. Was this boy amune to pretty girls or what?

She slid a little closer to him. "What's your name?" a stupid question since she already knew his name.

"Drake."

Megan smiled. "I'm Megan."

He looked over at her, a breadstick in his mouth. "I know." he said, holding it between his teeth.

Megan smiled, again, and leaned over to bite into his breadstick. Slowly moving her lips closer to his. They were merely inches apart now...

"What the hell?" he cried, and jumped back. "What the hell were you doing?" he glared then stalked off.

Megan growled. She was going to kill that boy...