Benny Watts Imagines

Attention

Ever since I was a little girl, the world has looked at me strangely. I noticed it as a child but couldn't really put a name to it until I was much older, even if I didn't know the reason why early on. But I knew that I was being looked at, judged, noticed for myself, and for things I couldn't change. So I decided... if the world is watching, I best give them a show.

I pulled up in the usual spot in the parking lot I noticed alot of unusual cars parked up here, then I remembered oh yeah the college is hosting that chess thing this weekend, I climbed off my bike unzipping my jacket as it was far too hot for it pulling off my helmet and fixing my hair checking my lipstick in the mirror touching it up a little, as I did I caught something. Something I was used to feeling eyes on me. I glanced away from my mirror a moment and I noticed a little pastel blue beetle rusted and beaten up it looked like it barely ran, and a man stood there he was tall, a mess of scruffy blonde hair, a youthful face, a speckle of facial hair, a long black leather trench coat, a black silk shirt with an intricate pattern in the fabric that shined silver in the sunlight, a pair of tight blue jeans with a harsh cowboy belt with a knife holster on his hip to boot. A pair of brown dress shoes, an old fraying duffel bag over his shoulder and a brown textured cowboy hat in his hand. He was looking at me but I was used to it, long since learnt to ignore the eyes of horny boys. I hadn't seen him before or the car. He must have been some chess dude here for the thing. I made sure to catch his eyes so he knew I saw him and he nodded to me settling his hat on his head I smirked a little and blew him a kiss before grabbing my keys and my bag holding my helmet giving him a wink and turning around going to walk to my dorm, I could feel his eyes on my arse as I walked away.

I decided to go why no I suppose, I had a shower and got into my little black dress grabbing my thick white belt sitting it in my waist I grabbed the highest black heels I owned and slipped them on with my stockings I did my hair and my blood-red lipstick before heading out my room, I walked across campus feeling the eyes of everyone boys checking me out, girls glaring me down, teachers not know what to think I grabbed my sunglasses slipping them on to hide my expression I walked into the auditorium noticing the lack of people it was almost empty a few competitors getting ready, I spotted him the cowboy and at the exact moment, he spotted me. A wicked grin growing across his lips, I smirked and slipped my glasses in my bag walking down making sure my heels blacked loudly in the wooden floor echoing in the empty room going all the way down to the row one back from the front sitting in the seat just across from where he stood close enough we could see each other and hear each other with only a few steps on the wooden floor and a row of chairs between us. I Crossed a leg over the other and got my pen and paper to make notes he slightly rolled his eyes and stepped closer, closing the gap leaning his arms on the top of the row of chairs between us that evil grin now wide

"Are you flirting with me, princess?" He asked

"You tell me?" I shrug

"Yeah? Well I've had my fair share of groopie girls, could say I can read you pretty little things"

"Who are you again?"

"Ooohh.. your mean. What are you writing?"

"Report for class"

"A report? You're a journalism major?"

"Yeah? Why?"

"Wouldn't think something like you'd be eager for a job hidden behind a desk"

"You don't know the kinda reports I do"

"No, I don't. Eager to find out though." He smirked, "you busy after this?"

"Tremendously busy"

"Even for me?"

"And who are you?"