Beyond The Eyes

Corey

The whole week was full of countless conversations with Jacob. Late night calls started to consume every night. I wouldn't mind, but I had school the next morning. My eyes would close, head pressed against the cold desk, letting my mind drift away from me. My thoughts only went to one place. It felt warm against my pale body, making me feel refreshed and pleasured. The place was gentle and soft touching my skin. The place was his body. I imagined him on top of me, behind me, next to me. He was doing the same in every dream. His hands caressing my head gently against the pillow, looking into my eyes. "What do you see in my eyes?" I would always ask. Then he would answer with a straight face that would curve into a charming smirk. "I see me," he would say. Then he would stop for a brief second. "On top of you," Jacob continued. "Fucking you," He ended.  

My eyes would flash open from the dream, bouncing up. I felt my body soaked in sweat. These lustful thoughts are going to be the death of me. At first, I felt so much love and compassion for him. Now? It's all about him banging me. 

Today was the day I was dreading the most, the day I would meet Jacob's friends. I mean, it could be worse, but being introduced to a whole different scene of people was nerve-racking. He was everything I didn't hang out with. Stoner bad boy who rode a mustang blasting heavy metal every where he went. I couldn't imagine what his friends were like. Thinking about it gave me more anxiety. I stared at myself in the mirror, wearing light blue skinny jeans and a floral top. I wanted to impress them, but not so much that I would lose a sense of me. I ran my fingers through my soft straight hair and let it fall down to my waist. Once I saw the text message of him telling me he has arrived, the hair on my skin stood up. I missed him so much. It wasn't that long since I stared into his stormy dark eyes, but every night I would crave them more and more. I would often touch my skin, imagining my fingertips were his. I would shut my eyes and breathe heavily, thinking about everything about him. From his flaws to his perfections, from head to toe, I just wanted to touch him in a way that was equal. I didn't want to brush my hand against his and regret it because of the awkwardness. Or I didn't want to kiss his soft sweet lips and let go after seconds because of the thought of him not liking the feeling. I just wanted it to be so natural and so mutual. 

When I walked through the door, sundown was arriving, causing a vibrant color of orange and red fill the sky. It was so heavenly beautiful and as I walked down the steps to his blue mustang, I couldn't help, but wish this scene was the scene in his eyes. Instead of the mixture of death, storm, and darkness. I opened the car door and slid into the passenger seat. I adjusted myself to get comfortable. "Damn," I heard a faded mumble close to my ear. I looked over the console and found the same blue stormy eyes, same picture, same soft lips. His hair was yet again pushed back with a shit tone of gel. He wore a black leather jacket, the same he wore the first day we met, on his shoulders, covering another plain white v-neck. "Well, hi to you too," I smiled instantly. His face got soft and gentle. "Sorry, I was just wondering who you were trying to impress wearing that?" he asked with a little devilish smirk on his lips, still focused on my eyes. "I don't know. Thought I'd get dolled up and look pretty," she shrugged, blushing naturally. 

His eyes were just focused in on mine and on my cheeks, watching the paleness turn into a scarlet color. "You always are," I heard him mumble, but he quickly looked away, putting one hand on the steering wheel and the other on his thigh. I found myself feeling jealous again. "Just looks you're trying to get a guy," he said, raising his eyebrow, pulling out of the parking spot, and driving down the street. His eyes were locked on the road now, paying attention to our surroundings. "Something like that," I said, dropping some hints of flirting. I was looking out the windshield. We were on a highway filled with cars everywhere. He nodded and the tone in his voice changed when he said, "Well, I wouldn't be surprised if one of my friends wanted you." I looked over at him, confused. His face was stiff, chest pounding up and down.