Have you ever been in the hallway of your school, minding your own business, when someone walks past you and you just happen to catch their eyes and think, 'Who is he? Why haven't we slept together yet?'
Okay, so maybe you haven't. It's not everyone's everyday thought.But it is for me. I'm not a man-whore. I don't make it my goal to sleep with everyone! But if I find someone cute, I try to. There are very few times it actually turns into a relationship, but it has happened.
Anyway, so I was standing there talking to one of my friends that are on the track team with me, and someone breezed by. If it wasn't for their scent, a mix between chocolate, mint, and a foresty smell, I would have never noticed them. I turned slightly to see who it was.
I could only see the person's back, but what I could see was it was a guy, probably one to two inches shorter than me,with long blonde hair that rested on his shoulders.
"I'll see you later." I told my friend before walking away. I followed the guy all the way to his locker and when he opened it, I leaned on the locker next to him.
"Hi," I said.He jumped before looking over at me. He had eyes like I'd never seen before. They were light green near the pupil, but bright blue on the outsides. His blonde hair flowed into his eyes a little, just reaching the tips of his very curly eyelashes.
"Hi," He replied so quietly, I almost missed it.
"I'm Logan." He sighed and turned toward his locker again, continuing to swap out his books.
"I'm Demytri..."I had to smile. He sounded so cute and small and...vulnerable.
"It's nice to meet you Demytri...Do we have any classes together?" He blushed.
"What do you want?" He asked, avoiding my eyes.
"I just feel like I've never seen you before. I know everyone." Demytri pressed his lips together into a thin line.
"Logan, I have third period and lunch with you. I've been in at least one of your classes since first grade.And no, I will not sleep with you." He shut his locker and stood by a guy I hadn't even noticed was there.
"Let's go, Dylan." He muttered before walking away with this Dylan guy, a tan guy with messy brown hair.
My eyebrows were high in surprise. What the fuck? Who the hell was this guy?
"What are you doing?" My cousin,Robyn, asked, walking over to me.She was my cousin, but she might as well be my sister and best friend. We spent a lot of time together and she practically lived at my house.
"Uh, nothing." I decided to spare myself. I was embarrassed enough."Let's go,"
Robyn was the definition of innocence. She even looked innocent with her neat brown hair, perfectly ironed sweater vest and khaki's. She was the type of person to run for class president and is president of most clubs in the school. Not that she was but with her grades and reputation, she could be.