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Her name was Sasha. Though we had gone to high school together, we were from two different crowds and never really knew each other. We ended up sharing a few classes together our first year of college, and that's when we began to talk. After sitting next to me in one of our classes, she noticed how smart I was and would often ask me for help with anything she didn't understand. Next thing I knew she was sitting next to me in every class we had together. I couldn't believe my luck. I had a major crush on her back in high school, but never had the balls to talk to her. Now she was asking me to spend more time with her outside of class to help tutor her, and I couldn't have been happier to do so. I love getting so much one on one time with her. She was super sweet, completely different from the popular mean girl persona she had in high school. She was always so giggly around me and always finding excuses to put her hands on my arm or shoulder. I couldn't help but feel she was flirting with me, but I still didn't have the nerve to ask her out. We maintained our friendship for the whole year. She would often drag me out to major parties that I never would've been invited to and always did her best to try to include me in conversations and pull me out of my shell a little. She never made any major moves to solidify whether or not she was in to me or just saw me as a really good friend. It got to a point where almost every time we hung out I was waiting for her to say something about how I feel like a brother to her or something, but that never happened. She just continued to confuse me and feed me mixed signals. Summer came along and we parted ways with a hug, and she said she couldn't wait to see me again at the end of summer break, so that felt somewhat promising. I spent all summer thinking about her, missing all the time that I had grown used to spending with her. I watched summer tik away slowly as I impatiently waited for school to start back up again. When the first day of the new year started I saw Sasha quickly making her way towards me. "Oh my God!" She yelled happily. "I'm so glad you're back! The summer was kinda boring without my cute little pet by my side!" Pet.. I wasn't sure how to take that. She did say I was cute.. What kind of message was she trying to give here? I brushed it off and gave her a big hug. We went off to find a quiet spot and she told me all about her summer and how she wished I could've been there with her. Our relationship was starting to feel like it was in a better place than when summer started. Near the end of October she told me that there was going to be this killer costume party and she wanted me to go with her. She was going as a witch and asked if I would be her peasant slave. I thought it was a weird request, but at the same time, this was sounding very much like a couples costume. At this point I had already developed very strong feeling for her and would do whatever it took for an opportunity to win her over, so I happily agreed. The night of the party she came to pick me up. The party was a decent ways off campus, tucked away in the middle of nowhere, so as to avoid cops coming to shut down the party. I was pretty excited. She made for one hot witch, and I didn't care if my costume was kind of demeaning because it made her so happy that we could go together. When we got there I noticed that there weren't a lot of familiar faces, but the party was bumpin either way so I didn't care nor think much of it. As the night carried on she drug me around with her everywhere, showing off our costumes, often joking about how she planned on taking me back to her lair for her dinner. She kept handing me beer after beer, I assumed trying to get me to loosen up. I'm not the most social person ever and can get kind of shy in groups. Her plan was working however. The more I drank the easier it was to open up and enjoy myself. It had started getting late and a lot of people had already made their way home. There were still a few stragglers, ourselves included. She took me by the hand and led me into a big empty room. She turned to look at me and grabbed me by the hand. "You've been a good little peasant slave," she said with a giggle and a wink. "Now, being the generous witch that I am, I'll grant you one free wish! What'll it be!?" I was heavily intoxicated, and as I looked at her gorgeous face, only one thing came to mind. "I just want to be yours forever." As soon as I said it I froze up. I hadn't thought before I spoke, and now it was all out there. I guess now I would finally get my definitive answer. A smile formed on her black lips. "What would you do to prove that you're worthy to be mine?" Was she serious? Did I actually stand a chance!? "I would do anything your heart desires," I said as sweetly as my drunken self could muster. She reached into her purse and pulled out salt and a candle. I was confused but just watched as she made a ring of salt on the floor and lit the candle in the middle of it. "I will give you the ultimate test then," she said stepping out of the circle after lighting the candle. "Step inside the circle." I did as she said and she started to mumble words I couldn't understand.