He loves me, he loves me not

He saw me...?

This day I knew. I had to have him. Because he saw me.

It was a particularly bad weather day and school was over. He was standing there looking at the sky probably asking himself if he should venture out.

"Why are you so eager to go home" I asked myself, standing in the opposite wall looking at him through the crowd of teenagers talking and moving around. And then he did something unexpected. He went out and sat down on the pavement, under the rain.

His behavior attracted a bunch of quizzical looks and disapproving stares,

but I was in transe.

He was perfect, with the rain going down his face, tracing his perfect lips and rolling down his neck. Without knowing it I draw closer, my eyes stuck on his perfect body appearing through his wet shirt. I was barely aware of the rain on my head as I got even closer.

He probably felt my presence behind him, and he turn around and looked at me.

I froze . He looked surprised to see me and there was something else in his eyes. I couldnt quite place it... actually I couldnt think straight, I was hot, and my heart was racing . I opened my mouth to say something. .. anything... but he suddenly broke the glaze, got up and walked away ...

I got real cold, real fast as I watched him disappear under the rain...

But that's when I knew. I have to have him.