The boy beyond the gate

Day 1

The first day I saw him beyond the gate after I finished college was the day my obsession started.

After getting so close to exiting the gate he caught my eye. His tight leather pants molding to his legs perfectly along with a matching leather jacket. That alone should've made me turn away yet it reeled me in further. Raking my eyes further up his body I noticed how his body was sculptured so perfectly, as if a sculpter did it themselves. I could already feel myself sinking into an inescapable void. Yet I didn't want to stop myself. My eyes darted to his moussed green curls shaping a sharp face with even sharper features. My legs were growing weak and I felt as if my head was going to start spinning. Wait! That's ludicrous how can my head spin. Sometimes my thoughts are so absurd. Anyway back to the absolute dessert in front of me. He had piercing green eyes that had a flurry of emotions behind them, yet were concealed on a stone cold face.

This man was literal eyecandy and how could I forgot to mention the sleek black motorbike he was leaning against. Curse my mind for behaving as if I'm a teenage girl once again. I'm in college I shouldn't be getting wet over a man outside my school. Which raises a question to my mind. What is he doing out here? Never mind let's get our mind back on track to head back to our dorm. I have to work my way through this mountainous pile of homework my professor set. I swear he has a vendetta against me. As if I caused his whole life to amount to this point and gradually he's been planning my demise. Oh shit! Totally forgot I was staring at motorbike guy, I really have to stop letting my mind wander.

In the short time my mind was off doing backflips and what not. The handsome devil in front of me had trailed his eyes to mind. This made me go feral and I feel ashamed that I'm getting off on a random guy. His lips slipped into a smirk that he's clearly worn many times before. But as if the heavens above thought this interaction was a little too confrontational (even though we hadn't said a word to each other) his eyes suddenly snapped away from mine. As his smirk depleted and was replaced with a genuine smile. I followed his gaze to find my eyes resting on one of the prettiest girls ever. Keiko Nakamura. In all honestly her name fit her so well Keiko meaning blessed child or beautiful child. Which I'm sure others would agree was an exact description of her. She had flowing aubern hair with strong glaciel eyes. She was the depiction of a goddess. Everyone wished they looksed like her so of course she was the one to bag an absolute snack.

I scoff and as I'm about to storm off I lock eyes with the man again and he ever so subtly runs his eyes up and down my body. Which to others may have been out of pure confusion as to why I was still stood there but to me it was burning with intent. I rushed off confused and horny hoping to make it back to my humble dorm room as quickly as I could. My prayers were answered as I slammed the door open my messenger dropping off my shoulder along with my shoes sliding off. My mind was racing and my heart was thumping out of my chest at a million miles per minute. That man has me doomed to a cruel fate of want yet I can't even blame him. I need to learn how to control my hormones better so I don't end up Cumming in public so people can watch it drip down my thighs. Wait a minute... I doubt my self esteem would allow that to happen as the utter embarrassment would eat me alive. Along with my fiery personality telling me that I can't seem weak and easily nurturable in front of others gaze. As I make my way to my bed which is displayed in the middle of the room, I drop lnto it with a thump. Even scaring myself a tad bit but I would never admit to it.

It was approaching midnight and I was still powering through my smaller stack of homework now. My mind had reset after a long shower and a filling meal. I still found it insufferable how that glorious man would leave my headspace. Yet just labelled it as an 'airport crush' since it would only exist in my dreams for us to happily utter I live you to each other. Oh god katsuki! You are an independent female and do not need to be dreaming about some silly man who is betrothed to another. My fantasy realm has got to stop with its creativity track or it's going to end in some pretty embarrassing situations. This whole thought track stifles a giggle from me as I think I must be going insane from the way I'm talking to myself. Oh what would mother think? She'd probably call me delirious and tell me I don't need a man to be happy and should only focus on my studies. As all they want from innocent women is a good fuck. And I guess she isn't all too wrong. I've only ever been with four men and that's all it took to know that they just wanted to get in my pants. Like major turn off at least try to be a decent functioning human with a interesting personality. Instead of acting like a rabid dog, only going off primal instincts.

By the time it hits 2:35 I'm finished with my homework and can finally lay my fried brain down. Being smart is far too much work but I'm willing to push myself just to grant a me bright future. So what if pushing myself means that I get burnt out a little, no star is whole without it's flaws. And flaws always amount to perfection. God, I should be a book writer with the amount of thoughts I process in a day. Even if some are a little unhinged while others are far too steamy. I guess sleep should help conquer these rollercoaster thoughts. The great darkness finally allows me to sink into it as my body succumbs to the unconscious state.

Editors note:A short chapter to start it off as I want to delve into the story late on and this was a starter sort of. I am to do at least 2000 to 3000 words per chapter.