Seth, always so calm and so collected, honestly never really expected girls to flock towards him like ants to honey. He kept mostly to himself and to his circle of friends. It was the one thing in life (or rather, lately) that startled him to his very core. It wasn't like he was afraid of romance or anything, it was just an idea that never really settled in his mind as something he should pursue. Simply: romance wasn't a priority.

Seth looked in nearby mirrors (even if it was they were the gross school bathrooms, which, without fail, looked permanently misted over) to see if something had changed about himself that made girls fall in love much quicker.

Nothing had changed much since he left high school not too long ago. He was graced with the same prominent cheekbones and the same nearly untamable blue-black hair. He might have looked more his age when he began working out and toning his body-after all, girls seemed to like guys with his body type-and he made sure to keep himself immaculately well groomed. He staunchly believed in cleanliness, and that in itself must have been a reason why girls dropped at his feet. Seth's good qualities were things to be proud of.

Girls, he learned the fun way, also seemed to greatly admire his various, detailed tattoos. They made him seem like someone with a story, with something interesting to say at the drop of a hat. Although he was opinionated, he mostly remained ever the extroverted guy. Social situations didn't scare him, and he knew how to charm the clothes off a lady if he needed to. Some girls were drawn to him solely because of his tattoos, and they would flirt by asking the meaning of any given tattoo.

Seth's way of responding to the flirtatious girls who almost desperately wanted more (this included the girls who liked him, not for his face or his body or his personality, but for the ink on his body) was to flirt back. They lapped it up and he felt like some sort of villain, as if he was taking advantage of their fragile hearts. But the girls who came back for more flirting, more verbal battles, more of anything he could offer, were the girls with their hearts totally in control and glued together quite well. They were the girls with their backbones guiding the way, undisturbed by the very frightening idea of being turned down.

Seth wasn't really the type to break hearts, he couldn't bring himself to do it. The sincerity that came with the semi-innocent flirting and the touching of his toned arms made him smile that brilliant toothy grin. He was told it made girl's stomachs flutter and drove them mad. Seth could never decide if that was something to be disgusted by, that he could so easily manipulate a girl with these tiny hand gestures that didn't seem to make any sense to a bystander.

The rumors that he was a player seemed to circulate and die pretty quickly. Seth, although usually the one to squash them as quickly as he possibly could, simultaneously found the incessant rumors about his love life hilarious beyond belief. He played hard to get because he was bored, although he was glad to know he was never a heartbreaker.

Seth was more than a pretty face, more than the muscles he worked damned hard to maintain and more than the tattoos that decorated his body. When he felt in a particularly sentimental mood, he would wish for a girl out there in the world who would care about him for him.

A/N: This is my own personal twist on Seth's character, and I hope he wasn't too OOC. This takes place pre-Wicked Lovely, so that's why he's single in this story and not with Aislinn. I had a ton of fun writing this, so I hope you guys had a good reading this.