{Gregory's POV}
"Werewolves and vampires have been known throughout history to exist, even if they have only existed in books, movies, TV shows, and the occasional tale of a sighting of one. I am sure that I have never seen one and hope that I don't encounter one. " 'Liar.' "Your assignment for today is to write a short narrative story about a real or made-up encounter with a werewolf or vampire. I expect the assignment by Thursday. Thank you guys for showing up to class today. Have a nice one," the instructor concluded as the bell sounded out, telling them it was time for them to go home.
Groans of boredom could be heard as the students poured out from classrooms and trekked slowly out of the school into the yard. It was so hot during that afternoon, some people had stripped almost completely naked and some had poured their water bottles over their heads. Gregory looked around for the group of girls that would do anything he asked, regardless of the task. 'Bingo', Gregory thought as he stalked up to a group of girls that were just in sports bras and little shorts. Sweat dripped down their bodies and Gregory could smell the sweet scent drifting lazily toward him.
"Hello, ladies," he said, sugar dripping out of the words from his mouth. They giggled and a few unconsciously stuck their chests out a little further. 'Perfect', he thought as he slid in between two of them. 'Makayla and Gilly, Tessa and Rachaelle, Frankie and Blue-Ivy. I have already done them, so I just have to get Beth and Lisa. You know, why not both', he thought in a split second as he glanced at all of them. "Which one of you ladies wants to cool down in my air-conditioned room as we do something that... might make you warm up a little?" he asked, smelling the blood rise in their faces as they looked between themselves. "How about you, Beth?"
"No! I want to!" Lisa said, pouting that he went directly over her.
Smiling, he quietly said, "I have an even better idea. Why not you both? I know how to multitask in many... different ways and... different positions." He seductively whispered the last part and the blood smell was a bit stronger as Beth became as red as a tomato.
"As fun as that probably sounds, " Frankie started, "Bethany has a boyfriend."
"When has that ever stopped me?" he grinned, placing an arm around.
"Never, but it is best to say that if you guys fight, you might not make it out alive," Rachelle said, getting up and stretching all while giving Gregory a good view of her exposed cleavage. "You may be arrogant of the shit you can back up, but he is ignorant. They tend to be stubborn enough to the point where you give up and they win."
"Oh, that is where you forget something very important: I am as stubborn as a mule on a hot July afternoon. Or a Taurus, if you want to simplify that statement. I don't give up easily. If I want something, I just take it. Speaking of which, I never got my full answer on whether or not Beth wanted to join Lisa and me in a fun game of, what I like to call, The Threeway Street." Blood rose again in Beth's face as she contemplated whether or not she should take that risk of cheating on her boyfriend with a guy she knows is not going to do it with her more than twice. Evidently, this was a one-time offer of him asking nicely so she agreed. "Good. See you ladies later," he said, getting up and giving Beth and Lisa both a small peck on their foreheads before walking out to his car. Waving and smiling, he started his car and backed out, turning and going down to the highway.