Babe please choose me

The courtyard of St. Jude's College smelled like cheap vanilla body spray, bad cafeteria coffee, and pure, unadulterated panic.

Mehak clutched her economics textbook to her chest like a shield. She was a first-year student who lived by her planner, wore pastel cardigans chosen by her mom, and had never looked twice at a girl in her life. Her brain was strictly wired for textbooks, boring lectures, and staying out of trouble.

Then, Natasha walked through the iron gates.

Natasha looked like she owned the pavement. She wore an expensive leather jacket, dark wavy hair that fell like a shampoo commercial, and a smirk that whispered trouble.

"Who on earth is that?" Mehak whispered to her roommate, Sana.

Sana didn't look up from her chips. "That is Natasha. Do not look at her, Mehak. She is trouble wrapped in designer perfume. She eats good girls for breakfast."

Too late. Mehak's feet moved on their own.

By third period, thanks to a dropped pencil box and clumsy hands, Mehak tripped right in front of Natasha's locker, sending fifty colored pens flying across the floor.

Natasha crouched down, picked up a glitter pen, and held it up.

"Well, look what we have here," Natasha purred, her dark eyes locking onto Mehak's face. She leaned in close, smelling like mint and vanilla. "A cute little marshmallow. Let's see how long you survive in my world."

Mehak's heart did a wild flip. She couldn't breathe. She couldn't think. She was completely hooked.

Chapter 1, Part 2: Breaking Down the Walls

Within a week, Natasha made it her personal mission to wrap Mehak around her finger.

Since Mehak was a straight girl who had never even thought about girls, Natasha took it slow, using soft touches and sweet words to melt Mehak's defenses step by step.

It started in the library. They sat side by side, sharing one pair of earbuds while listening to soft music. Whenever Mehak laughed at a joke, Natasha would gently tuck a stray strand of hair behind Mehak's ear, her fingers lingering just a second too long on Mehak's cheek.

"You have the softest skin, Mehak," Natasha whispered softly, her eyes dropping to Mehak's lips before looking back up.

Mehak's breath hitched. A warm shiver ran down her spine, but she brushed it off as just being nervous.

By week two, the touching got closer. When they walked down the crowded college halls, Natasha would casually slide her hand down, letting her pinky finger hook around Mehak's.

"Hold my hand so we don't get separated in this crowd," Natasha murmured, giving Mehak no room to say no.

Mehak's palm went hot. Her heart hammered against her ribs. She had never held a boy's hand like this, let alone a girl's, but the electricity of Natasha's touch made her head spin. She squeezed back, letting Natasha lead her away.

By week three, the innocent touches turned into pure seduction.

Chapter 1, Part 3: The Seduction Behind the Library

One afternoon, Natasha pulled Mehak behind the old brick library where no one else went. The shadows of the trees made it feel like their own private world.

Natasha backed Mehak gently against the cold brick wall, trapping her between her arms.

"N-Natasha, what are you doing?" Mehak stammered, her voice shaking as her back pressed against the wall. "People might see us."

"Let them look," Natasha whispered, her voice dropping into a low, sultry purr. She stepped closer, her body heat pressing right against Mehak's chest. "I only want you to look at me."

Natasha's right hand moved up, her fingers tracing a slow, burning path up Mehak's neck, stopping right under her chin to tilt her face up.

"You're so innocent, Mehak," Natasha teased softly, her dark eyes full of wicked amusement. "You think you're just straight, right? You think girls don't interest you?"

"I... I don't know," Mehak breathed, her eyes wide, completely paralyzed by how close Natasha was.

"Let me teach you, then," Natasha whispered.

Slowly, deliberately, Natasha leaned in. Her lips brushed softly against the corner of Mehak's mouth. Mehak let out a sharp gasp, her hands flying up to rest against Natasha's leather jacket, wanting to push her away-or pull her closer. She couldn't tell anymore.

"Does this feel wrong?" Natasha murmured against her skin, pressing a soft, open-mouthed kiss right below Mehak's ear.

"Natasha..." Mehak whimpered, her eyes slipping closed as a wave of hot, delicious heat washed over her entire body. Her straight-laced world was crumbling away, piece by piece.

Natasha smiled against her neck, tasting the victory. She captured Mehak's lips in a deep, slow, intoxicating kiss that stole the last of Mehak's resistance. By the time Natasha pulled back, Mehak was breathless, flushed, and completely, hopelessly in love-totally blind to the fact that Natasha was hiding a secret boyfriend named Zeeshan.