What She Doesn't Know {[Vern]}

The boy appears in the clearing below me, his footsteps heavy and weighted by something that seems like loneliness to me. I smile, because the lonely ones are always the easiest to crack. And then the boy calls out, and for a moment I wonder if he has seem me, and then I relise that he is simply calling out just in case. So he's insecure as well. A little afraid.
Perfect. I slide down from the branch and land easily before him.
"Why hello there. I'm Fleur," I say, hating myself already.

"Sometimes it lasts in love, but sometimes it hurts instead."

I can see the fear in the boys eye, the awkwardness, the edginess. I can see quite clearly that my simple presence is making him uncomfortable, and I thrive off this. It's sick, I know, but I like that feeling, that rush of knowing that I have the upper hand. The control. He holds his hand out stiffly and I shake it, smiling, flirting.
"So, what brings someone like you into the woods today?" I shake my golden hair, flicking it and letting it ripple in the dappled sunlight.

"Sometimes it lasts in love, but sometimes it hurts instead."

Did he really just call my hair glorious? And locks? What time period is he even from?
Even though inside I am laughing slightly, I smile at him as though I find his awkward speech adorable. I guess it is in a way. Very faintly, mind you. And so he explains why he is here and then asks me something along the same lines. I smile, knowing the impact that that smile has.
"Oh, you know. Amusing myself." I say the words slowly, steadily. Seductively. And I hate myself for it, because every time this leads me somewhere I don't want to be.

"Sometimes it lasts in love, but sometimes it hurts instead."