notion that if I could just go a little deeper, take a dip in the bottomless depths of them, I could see…
"Class, meet Michael. Michael, meet the class," Mr. Brody lazily waved his hand across the room.
Michael then looked away from me and nodded halfheartedly to the class.
I heard several giggles and one outright gasp. Michael did not seem at all bothered with the energy field of estrogen surrounding him. He appeased the audience with a slight turn of his mouth, flashing a half dimpled grin.
I looked away. It was too much. I was captivated by his presence, unnaturally focused on his every move. This must be what stalkers felt like, I mused. I refused to be a stalker, nor did I want to be one of those desperate girls falling at his feet.
I finished history class entirely consumed by his presence next to me, and unable to concentrate on the lesson. After packing my bag, I had to squeeze my way through the hallway crowd, all trying to peer into the door to get a glimpse of Michael. I just shook my head at the shameless stares and comments I heard. One girl even asked if she had anything in her teeth as she plumped her push up bra and pulled down at her uniform.
Calculus and Physics were another two hours of sitting in the same class with Michael. I couldn't tell you what we learned in those classes. I tried to keep up the ‘don't stare’ routine in those lectures. It was my coping mechanism. But in truth, I was tripping over my feet around him. At least I was trying not to be so obvious about it.
I was sure he wouldn't be in four classes in a row, so when I walked into my Literature class, I was surprised to see him again.
I found my seat and saw that he was sitting diagonally in front of me. When I sat down, I could feel his eyes on me again. I feigned interest in the cover of my notebook for as long as I could. I hesitated before looking up, trying to compose myself, and hoping my face wouldn’t flush. I didn't want to make a fool out of myself by acting all giddy, which was exactly how I felt every time I looked at him. I took a deep, quiet breath and then looked up.
Those endless, dark eyes bore into mine. I could feel some kind of pull to him from somewhere deep inside of me. An unexpected wave of emotions swept over me. I had never had such a strong reaction to anyone. I was surprised, excited, and a little scared. I wanted to get closer, to get completely lost in the abyss. I thought to myself, this must be what happens right before a girl throws herself at a guy. I felt an urge to run to him, wrap my arms around him and never let go. But I didn't want to give the entire class a show, so I pulled away reluctantly, and with great effort.
What in the hell is wrong with me?
Right then, Lacy dropped her bag at my feet rather loudly and sat in the seat in front of me, which was not her usual spot, but it was right across from Michael. "Hello!" she chirped at him.
He nodded in her direction, a gesture that implied neither interest or not.
"I'm Lacy," she flipped her long blonde hair and held out her delicate hand for him to take. He stared at it for a moment before he smiled and shook her hand. "You must be Michael?" she guessed.
He nodded again.
I was listening to their conversation, eager to hear him speak. So far, he had made it through the day without saying a single word from what I had heard.
"Well, as president of the student body, I offer my services to show you around the school." She batted her eyes and gave him a flirtatious smile that implied she would like to show him a lot more than just the school.
Suddenly hearing him speak was no longer appealing, not if it meant I had to witness what was sure to come - his capture in the raven's claws. Every guy Lacy decided to go after instantly fell under her spell. Bailey liked to call her the Black Widow, insisting she lured guys into her web, then ate them alive. I had to admit, it was a fairly accurate description. So I was surprised when Michael
"Class, meet Michael. Michael, meet the class," Mr. Brody lazily waved his hand across the room.
Michael then looked away from me and nodded halfheartedly to the class.
I heard several giggles and one outright gasp. Michael did not seem at all bothered with the energy field of estrogen surrounding him. He appeased the audience with a slight turn of his mouth, flashing a half dimpled grin.
I looked away. It was too much. I was captivated by his presence, unnaturally focused on his every move. This must be what stalkers felt like, I mused. I refused to be a stalker, nor did I want to be one of those desperate girls falling at his feet.
I finished history class entirely consumed by his presence next to me, and unable to concentrate on the lesson. After packing my bag, I had to squeeze my way through the hallway crowd, all trying to peer into the door to get a glimpse of Michael. I just shook my head at the shameless stares and comments I heard. One girl even asked if she had anything in her teeth as she plumped her push up bra and pulled down at her uniform.
Calculus and Physics were another two hours of sitting in the same class with Michael. I couldn't tell you what we learned in those classes. I tried to keep up the ‘don't stare’ routine in those lectures. It was my coping mechanism. But in truth, I was tripping over my feet around him. At least I was trying not to be so obvious about it.
I was sure he wouldn't be in four classes in a row, so when I walked into my Literature class, I was surprised to see him again.
I found my seat and saw that he was sitting diagonally in front of me. When I sat down, I could feel his eyes on me again. I feigned interest in the cover of my notebook for as long as I could. I hesitated before looking up, trying to compose myself, and hoping my face wouldn’t flush. I didn't want to make a fool out of myself by acting all giddy, which was exactly how I felt every time I looked at him. I took a deep, quiet breath and then looked up.
Those endless, dark eyes bore into mine. I could feel some kind of pull to him from somewhere deep inside of me. An unexpected wave of emotions swept over me. I had never had such a strong reaction to anyone. I was surprised, excited, and a little scared. I wanted to get closer, to get completely lost in the abyss. I thought to myself, this must be what happens right before a girl throws herself at a guy. I felt an urge to run to him, wrap my arms around him and never let go. But I didn't want to give the entire class a show, so I pulled away reluctantly, and with great effort.
What in the hell is wrong with me?
Right then, Lacy dropped her bag at my feet rather loudly and sat in the seat in front of me, which was not her usual spot, but it was right across from Michael. "Hello!" she chirped at him.
He nodded in her direction, a gesture that implied neither interest or not.
"I'm Lacy," she flipped her long blonde hair and held out her delicate hand for him to take. He stared at it for a moment before he smiled and shook her hand. "You must be Michael?" she guessed.
He nodded again.
I was listening to their conversation, eager to hear him speak. So far, he had made it through the day without saying a single word from what I had heard.
"Well, as president of the student body, I offer my services to show you around the school." She batted her eyes and gave him a flirtatious smile that implied she would like to show him a lot more than just the school.
Suddenly hearing him speak was no longer appealing, not if it meant I had to witness what was sure to come - his capture in the raven's claws. Every guy Lacy decided to go after instantly fell under her spell. Bailey liked to call her the Black Widow, insisting she lured guys into her web, then ate them alive. I had to admit, it was a fairly accurate description. So I was surprised when Michael
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