The Boy in Black

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She had always noticed the boy in black that sat in the back row of all of the classes that they had together. She noticed him as she stood from her seat to read to the class when the instructor would call on her, for he was the only one looking, the only one really looking.

She would smile to herself when he would get in trouble for daydreaming in class, for she could not help but think he daydreamed about her. She rolled her eyes at the thought, thinking it was ridiculous for a guy as handsome as himself to even pay a single mind to her.

She overheard groups of girls at lunch talking about how strange he was, while others would talk about how good looking he was. Most talked about both. As for Mattie, however, she thought of him as a mystery awaiting to be solved and figured out; a complicated one thousand piece puzzle that needed to be put together.

She couldn't believe that he called her, or even talked to her for that matter. He never talked to anybody, not even the beautiful cheerleaders that had bad boy fetishes that needed to be fulfilled. He ignored them, for his eyes favored Mattie Noelle.

She talked to him on the phone until midnight, mostly about her ballet classes that she went to every Tuesday and Thursdays. She spoke about how much she hated stretching on the same barre, looking into the same mirror on the walls, and not to mention the same bland routines every single time.

Jaxson kept his filthy thoughts to himself when she told him about stretching on the barre in front of the mirrors on the walls of her ballet studio. He could not help but imagine himself inside of her as she had her leg up, both of them watching with unsteady breaths in the reflection at how their bodies connected. He had his bottom lip tugged back with his teeth at the thought, and after they had hung up, Jaxson thought about it more with his hand wrapped around himself.

As for Mattie, Jaxson had always been a silly crush that she had. It was one of those crushes where you knew you could never have that person, but still for some reason could not rid them from your mind.

The way his dark hair fell down upon his forehead as he gnawed his lip in thought, scrubbing his eraser on his paper before looking up to meet Mattie's eyes that made her melt silently inside. She always looked away quickly, feeling a tingling sensation in the pit of her stomach shortly afterward. He made her so anxious.

He would smile as she looked away, and would continue to stare until she would turn her head once more to meet his burning gaze that longed for her; begged for her.

That was what they did the very next day. The next day that they spent looking forward to each class they had together, the next day spent exchanging glances with smiles and short laughs, and the next day that had Jaxon's darkness lighting up with each second he laid his eyes upon her.

"Today is Tuesday." Jaxson told Mattie with a smile as he looked down toward her freckled face that was clear of any makeup. Her mother forbids her to wear it, but she sometimes put on thin lines of eyeliner as soon as she got to school in hopes it would get Jaxson's attention.
Little did she know..

"If some random dude showed up to my dance recital my mother would have a fit." Mattie laughed, running a hand through her messy brown hair that Jaxson imagined pulling as he-

"Well she wouldn't have to know I'd be there to see you." Jaxson interrupted his own dirty thought before it had a chance to pass through his mind and to his dick.