'Moon Shapes'

Chapter 3: Ya Can't Always Trust a Pretty Face. (Dannity)

I progressively learned that we were standing in the arched threshold to the class.

As my head moved from dark-colored sharp shoes to the tip of his perfectly styled and auburn hair, my eyes were instantly mirrored back at me from him. He was examining my descrying expression, as he too, ventured onto me. I had never in my life, seen this kind of splendor in someone than in this well-manicured person. At least no one I could comprehend now, came to mind.

A sudden lapse of grasp failed to help with any logged memories. I was drawing a blank hole as to anything prior to standing right here, right now.

I was literally stunned; Caught off guard; the part of the movie where the girl has stepped into her unknowingly eccentric character.

For the few minutes that our glances traded, I was winded. His emerald eyes shrilled in their very distinguishability; inviting, yet, a fire easily burned from them. The kind of eyes that you only dream to be watched with - the novelist eyes themselves. Lips of an angel; soft, full, pouty in a way, but still made every part of you want to be touched by them.

That luscious thick hair feathered back, though it wasn't packed with some expensive product; you could tell that it was more than likely very soft; probably even sexier when it was wet.

I could sense something from him that I could not explain in any simple terms. It's as if I had felt him before; Hitting me the second I found his eyes.

He formed a crooked smile that suddenly goose-bumped my entire body with eerie-familiarity; I didn't understand why I felt this way.

"So, finally we all get to meet the whole class now," he rose from his position from against the table that assumingly was built specifically for this room. The stained wood stretched further than your average desk would. Which only goes into account how much money went into this university.

Nik, bumped a right elbow into me as she walked to her seat, waking me from my frozen and hallucinating state. I think I smiled. I'm sure I ramped up my walking a little faster to get to my own seat. I felt as if my knees were going to crumble from under the pressure of the stare from him; not to mention from gawps of the other students – passing on either side of me. Both Nik, and I retreated to our seats. Nik took her place by the side of 'Sir' Ben; while I sat behind them, a row up - alone.

"Alright, we can now begin," his smoothed voice crawled up my back making me gaze up to peak at him shyly. Suddenly the shyness poured off like rain when I looked up; I was at once seduced by him; by his handsomeness.

It felt rather odd to me; to be so infatuated in less time than it takes to change a tampon. Quickly all prior guilt of Riley (what were they again?) were simply gone. Pretty soon I was blistering over Brenhin. I had heard of his "uniqueness", but Nik left most of the details for the imagination to conjure up. He was more than that. He may be excessively perfect – dare I say it – too perfect.

My fingers lingered on the nap of my neck. Something that I'm rarely mindful of doing so, this time was different. I typically have a metal chain intertwining within my forefinger and thumb. It wasn't there.

Naturally, as if I can't be the only one with this peculiarity, I'm nothing if not naked without it on. All senses snapped into place as I latched onto my bag, shifting it to the left, then to the right as I begged myself not to have lost the one thing that I hold so dear from my grandmother.

The only thing that was given to me.

THERE! RIGHT THERE!

I can trace the hard metal underneath the fabric of the lining. The stone was unmistakable as I tried to pull the sucker from the torn hole. Almost...got... it... Ah – Success!