He continued to play with the ends of my hair. Letting my hair wrap around his finger, letting go, then doing it all over again. I did my best to not look into his eyes. Because I knew I would melt. Melt like a fucking ice cream on a hot summer day. 
                          
"Do you regret it?" I didn't know why but I was waiting for him to say 'yet'. Only because I knew at one point, I was going to regret ever-entertaining Jaylen Moretti. Regret our interaction over a pint of cookie dough ice cream. 
                          
"Not yet." 
                          
"Come here," He told me, slightly tugging on my hair. As if it was instinct, I did. I scooted closer to him, the side of my body pressing against his chest. We were so close that I felt his breath on my shoulder. Steady and deep. 
                          
God. What was I doing right now? This was totally out of my comfort zone. Yet, there wasn't an uncomfortable feeling in my stomach. There were butterflies fluttering all over. I was assuming that was it unless the instant noodles were not settling in my stomach well. 
                          
"How did you live your life in Heaford, Lily?"
                          
"By the rules," That was one bitter confession. It tasted like acid on my tongue and lips. Because I knew that I shouldn't be confined to society's rules of expectations. That was the reason why I knew I needed to get out of Heaford. I needed to experience life and make mistakes. 
                          
"And how's that?" 
                          
"Fucking boring," I couldn't help but laugh. I was bored out of my mind doing the same things over and over again. My routine hadn't changed since my freshman year of high school. No matter how much the devil on the shoulder wanted to defy, my morals wouldn't let me. 
                          
"Then, we shall change that," There was a smirk on Jaylen's face at this point, as I looked at him in confusion. What was he planning? Nothing good that's for sure. 
                          

                            

                                
                            
                              
                                  
                              
                              
                                
                                  
                                  
                                
                              
                             
                            
                            
                          
                          
                          
Jaylen's idea of not boring was illegal. He brought me to a club, filled with university students who were drunk or high off their minds. The bouncer didn't even bother looking at our IDs. Instead, they did the typical handshake that every man did. 
                          
He also made me change out of the off-shoulder sweater I was wearing. I was wearing one of his many black long-sleeved shirts and a spare uniform he had. Moretti was stitched in the back with his usual number. 
                          
What a way to tell everyone that I was with him tonight. No clue as to why he made me wear it but he didn't even let me have a choice. Not that I was going to complain. Conversating with drunk university students was not part of my agenda tonight. 
                          
There were a few people who had approached him, shaking his hand and greeting him. His hand never left my lower back. But he never introduced me to anyone he had interacted with. Again, not that I cared. I think. 
                          
We stepped foot into the VIP section of the club. Zane and Kai sitting at one of the couches, women surrounding them. Not an unusual sight. I was assuming if I wasn't here, Jaylen would be there too. Surrounded by beautiful women. Wow, my heart did not like that thought.