“I didn’t startle you did I?" He asked me talking a step farther into the room away from the door way. His black leather boot tips touching the edge of the lumpy green rug. I couldn’t look at him directly so I stared at the worn out hemp necklace he was wearing with a little glass bead that had a blue and golden mushroom in it. I could tell that he was staring at me; just the way his eyes bore that deeply intense look, tension was building across the room from his eyes to my face. Almost as if I could see it a thin line starting to hang there in the air, forever awaiting the death defying traipse act.
"psh, no I’m fine" I wave my hand in his general direction trying to play it off cool. But on the inside I feel like a major idiot. Where did I leave my brain it must have been around this place somewhere. I feel like I dropped it somewhere near the drink section…wait no that can’t be right I don’t drink.
"Are you sure?" he took another tentative step towards me as if not to frighten me away. The green rug seem to sag a bit as he stepped on it.
"Yea I’m fine really" I said pulling my knees up to my chest. I rested my chin on the top of my pale freckled knee caps.
"Well that’s good" He ran a hand through his dreadlocks. It was silent between us for the next few seconds. I glanced at the record player then back at him.
When his chocolate brown eyes met mine for the second time, my heart did a double back flip in my chest. Why was this one boy doing this to me? He was a stranger to me. I didn’t know him at all but I wanted to know more about who he was, where he had come from. Everything about him right now pulled me into some deep unwanted trance. I just couldn’t help how I was reacting to him. His whole personality was giving off this intense vibe like he was this dark brooding young man. To me it looked like he could be in a band, ride a big black motorcycle, smoke, drink, and like girls who dressed in tight leather. He was so the bad boy kind, nothing I was attracted to. For some reason I couldn’t explain he seemed so much more then that stereotype. Just the way he looked at me made my skin go into flames and my heart jump around like a nut case on crack. I shouldn’t be like this. It so wasn’t like me. I was acting shy. I was being meek and mild while this attractive strange boy was standing in the same room as me. Why did I choose now to act like this? I didn’t even act like this when I first met Schuyler. But that was a totally different story from this one.
"psh, no I’m fine" I wave my hand in his general direction trying to play it off cool. But on the inside I feel like a major idiot. Where did I leave my brain it must have been around this place somewhere. I feel like I dropped it somewhere near the drink section…wait no that can’t be right I don’t drink.
"Are you sure?" he took another tentative step towards me as if not to frighten me away. The green rug seem to sag a bit as he stepped on it.
"Yea I’m fine really" I said pulling my knees up to my chest. I rested my chin on the top of my pale freckled knee caps.
"Well that’s good" He ran a hand through his dreadlocks. It was silent between us for the next few seconds. I glanced at the record player then back at him.
When his chocolate brown eyes met mine for the second time, my heart did a double back flip in my chest. Why was this one boy doing this to me? He was a stranger to me. I didn’t know him at all but I wanted to know more about who he was, where he had come from. Everything about him right now pulled me into some deep unwanted trance. I just couldn’t help how I was reacting to him. His whole personality was giving off this intense vibe like he was this dark brooding young man. To me it looked like he could be in a band, ride a big black motorcycle, smoke, drink, and like girls who dressed in tight leather. He was so the bad boy kind, nothing I was attracted to. For some reason I couldn’t explain he seemed so much more then that stereotype. Just the way he looked at me made my skin go into flames and my heart jump around like a nut case on crack. I shouldn’t be like this. It so wasn’t like me. I was acting shy. I was being meek and mild while this attractive strange boy was standing in the same room as me. Why did I choose now to act like this? I didn’t even act like this when I first met Schuyler. But that was a totally different story from this one.
