Damned Temptation- Chapter Three

Anyone would have guess that love is a stupid drug. It intoxicates, with its sweet alluring feeling, an indiscernible emotion that probably comes close to utter contentment. She remembered anxiously scanning around the classroom when Adrian wasn't sitting in his usual seat.

Disappointment had crept in as she wondered if he was absent for the day. She should have known. Adrian wouldn't miss the chance to 'socialize'. Rose refused to be named stalker, much preferring to 'intense research on an individual.' He had sauntered across the room, not caring of the devious glares the teacher had been giving.

My beautiful green-eyed boy, she had called him. Handsome was perhaps too raw, he didn't just looked boyish or cute, rather dangerous at times. The glint in his eyes had mayhap fooled those easy girls, but Rose had noticed of the stance he took when angered.

The light had reflected upon his eyes, showing light green orbs, framed lusciously by thick dark lashes. It showed off his high cheekbones and sharp jaw. But the angry lines on his face was masked very delicately and nicely, his act so good that she doubt anyone would know when he was angry. Rose could see through it though, the slight twitching on his left foot and that he would avoid all eye contact.

She almost smiled at the memory; his face was rough with slight aggression yet he still looked beautiful. Masculine beautiful.

" Mom, what is that?" She pointed at a tube, with a dark cover and has a picture with a…brush? Her mother looked at her, frowning as she accessed her daughter's experience in makeup. Even ten years old child would know what is mascara.

" Just keep quiet while I worked through this lot." Rose bit back a retort since she was the one going to use them all. She noticed her mother placing a couple of small compact-like size box, with strips of colors like dark gold and black. She took hold of one and read at the name. Eye shadows. What is that?

"Mom, could I take a walk around? I thought I spotted some bookstores along the strip."

Janine Hathaway should have guessed her daughter would love books more than makeup or clothes.

The vibration buzzed through Rose and she quickly flung her phone open.

" Hello?"

Her best friend, well only friend, Lissa, was on the other line.

" I thought I should have informed you about the summer camp."

Rose's confusion was evident and she moved from the rows of books to a more quiet area for chat.

" What camp? I thought all students would only have to check the notices' board to know who's going. Mine wasn't in."

Lissa's sigh could be heard loudly and she took a deep breath before answering.

" Well, you know Michael and Shaun wanted out of the camp and so now we're in."

" But why would it be us? I mean, it's not like the teachers or students really know us…"

Lissa answered, " Apparently someone did and I've heard that Adrian Ivashkov is going!"

Rose gulped in a breath, her excitement and adrenaline suddenly pumping hard through her veins.

" How do you know about this?"

" Well you know Christian is in the school team, and he said it was a last minute decision.

That was weird, because the school never had such error. And who was the someone that had allowed Lissa and her to be accepted in the camp?

The usage of the word 'camp' is a very ambiguous word, as not everyone could be accepted and for the past five years she had never been to the camp. It was well known that all the popular people would be there and Rose felt a sudden fear. She would be alone, even with Lissa.

" Rose, you there?" Rose blinked and answered in a monotone.

" Yeah, sure. Call you back later, mom's here."

She hangs up before Lissa did as she watched her mother with both hands free walking towards her.

" Where is the stuff?"

" In the car."

Rose nodded, but said nothing. While sitting on the padded leather seat in the car, Rose wondered about the recent complications in her life. Why was she chosen? Rose didn't want anything to do with popularity, they once intrigue her, but when she realized she couldn't have it because she love books so much more than her friends, she started repulsing against it.

The fear was poison, spreading in her heart. She was afraid the people would want to prank her or something. But come on, they're seventeen. But wasn't it true that boy's maturity is two years below their age.

Rose shook her head, thinking about emotional problems were tough, mathematics seemed to be a better choice to do.

½ absinC is finding the area of a triangle using the cosine rule. Rose thought memorizing the formula was a better chore. Definitely.

" Now, Rose wear this outfit and let me see."

" Wow, Mom this is a pretty shirt." She admired the bright pink stripes, but it was pretty low-cut.

" Darlin', that's a dress."

" But I bet it can't cover my ass!" Rose almost blushed at using such a derogatory term in front of her mother.

Rose preferred those knee-length bright printed yellow skirts, with baggy overalls. That 'dress' was far too short and too low. But she dare not retort, as her mom was glaring daggers at her.

" You'll look beautiful in it." Rose wanted to contradict; even Adrian said she was ugly. Though hurt, she didn't hate him. She had seen him stopping his car in the middle of a highway when in pouring rain just to help an old lady into his car. He was kind, and honest. She just had to accept the truth.

Smiling a small, sad smile, she changed.

Sometime during the first month of the summer break, Rose started to look at things differently. She could use wine-colored lipstick and not feel like a clown. She had her hair cut into bangs, with blonde streaks through her now wavy brown hair. No longer did it look dull and messy, but bright and fresh.

Her first time with contact lenses was bad. In the first week, she had to wince at the uncomfortable feeling it was causing her eyes, and worry about tear glands ruining her makeup. No longer did she need spectacles.

Even her first experience with eyeliner was a bitch, with her trying not to blink as it was brushing over the edges around her eyes.

Wearing bikini was equivalent to being naked according to Rose. She had wanted to put on one- piece, but her Mom had insisted with two-piece. Now, she still can't break the habit to look at the ground while walking.

Her lack of confidence was a major blockage in her progress to be a changed person.

" Don't look at the floor, Rose. Look up, even if you want your nose high in the air, that's all right."

" You have forgotten to swipe some blush on your cheeks."

" This is a dress, not a shirt. Don't wear those baggy jeans of yours to match."

" Stop reading while you're walking. It's irritating."

" You have forgotten the correct dinner etiquette. Use your salad fork while eating your salad. Remember, cutlery is to be used from the outer most set and work your way inwards.

" Don't start saying about the food being awful, rather, says it tastes unique."

" When you do not have anything on your mind to talk about. Compliment, this will improve on you Social Etiquette."

" Don't put your spoon in the cup, put in onto your saucer!"

" Don't blot or rub the lower half of your face with your napkin. Please dab delicately."

There were many things her mother seemed to be intolerant of, Rose thought as she was lying on her bed.

But at least she had get through today.

And tomorrow, she's going for the camp.

Author's Confessions:

Well, I'm back. I know it's been well over two months, but blame it on my laptop, as there was some faulty with it. I hope i can upload the next chapter as soon as possible. But exams are coming. Love you readers.

Quote of the day:

i don't know why I am such a moron.