Not only had the boy with the beautiful name appeared out of nowhere in the dressing room, but he also brought the two senior soccer captains with him.

The group of boys lounged on the ground against the dressing room walls. The two soccer captains had massive grins spread across their faces. They applauded loudly, stomping their feet and whistling.

Bentley, however, sat motionless, staring at her. His eyes blank and unreadable.

Sara quickly averted her gaze from his. She wasn't exactly embarrassed, being still tipsy and all, but the fact that he was here, right now, was just too unexpected for her brain to process.

"SURPRISE!" Ella yelled to Sara. She pointed her bracelet jangling arm to the three handsome boys. "Look what my two white Persian cats dragged in."

Ella did, in fact, have two white Persians. The snowy white cats were perched on the top of the cabinets behind the boys' heads.

One of the Persian cats kept pawing at Bentley's milk chocolate curls. He would intermittently swat the cat's furry paw away from his face. It probably wants to eat him, too, Sara thought wickedly.

Sara dropped down onto a fuzzy stool near the stairs. She forced herself not to look at Bentley again. But she could feel his eyes on her.

"I was soooo totally surprised when Bentley came in through that window over there," Ella said.

Sara could see a small window on the opposite side of the dressing room. The mannequin near it looked as if it had been knocked over. The ballgown it wore was slightly twisted. That was likely the cause of the loud crash.

Ella fiddled with part of her skirt in her hands. Sara saw Ella wore a stomach-baring purple cashmere sweater with a puffy orange skirt. Ella looked like a funny ballerina.

"You girls should have seen me. I about DIIIIEEED of fright. Bentley punched the window up with his hand and he like ROLLED through it onto the floor." Ella smiled proudly at Bentley.

From the corner of her eye, Sara saw Bentley shrug his shoulders. As if it was no big deal.

"It was NUTS," one of the soccer captains named Dan said. "We watched him from the ground. Prince ran and jumped onto the house. He was literally hanging by only one hand while he reached for his next hold." Dan made a crazy swinging motion with his arm. "Then he did this super sick backflip thing -- "

Dan turned to look at Bentley, who still sat silently on the ground. "--honestly, man, I don't even know how you did that -- but it was so fast. Prince flipped. He got himself about halfway up and then scaled the wall to the window." Dan grinned, punching Bentley's shoulder. "The next thing I knew, I was climbing up some long bedsheet. Now, here I am."

Ella clapped her hands. "Ooh, Bentley. You'll have to show us that awesome move sometime. Sounds sexy," she said.

Bentley winked at her. "Anytime."

Sara dared herself to look at him again. But he had his head down.

The Persian cat had given in to temptation. It sat purring merrily on Bentley's lap. He rubbed its chin with his fingers.

Trish stood up, almost falling in her big dress. "I need a drink. Can we head downstairs now?"

Ella flung a pink, heart-shaped pillow at her friend. "But of course, Sista. Let's all go! I'm starting to feel a bit sober myself!"

As the girls made their way out of the room, Sara noticed Bentley held open the door. She could hear each of the girls giggle as they walked by him.

She sucked in her breath, preparing herself. Bentley Prince has no power over me. Bentley Prince has NO POWER OVER ME!!!!!!!