His Eyes

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 It was the night of one of the biggest parties in Winchester, I had already had one too many drinks. I was on my fourth cup of beer and my vision was already blurry. Weak, I thought. There were crowds of people and by just looking around I couldn't make out anyone's faces, not unless I was up close. 

I finally decided that it was time to leave, right after I had my fifth beer. I had tossed the cup to the ground and headed towards the door. As I opened it to walk out, I looked back at the crowds and ran into some person, "What the fuck?" I said, as I bobbled back and jerked my head to look forwards. 

It was a guy. He had amazing tattoos and his hair was slicked back, but it was short on the sides, longer down the middle. He smelled of strong alcohol, or maybe that was me. I wasn't quite sure, "I'm sorry, beautiful," he said soothingly. 

I shook my head slowly and ran my fingers through my hair, "No its okay, my fault." I examined his tattoos, and then looked up at him a smile, "I was just leaving," I said, slightly slurring my words. He walked backwards out of the door and I walked out as well. 

"You driving home?" He asked looking down at me as I walked past him, "Because if so, you probably shouldn't be." At the time, I wasn't comprehending much and all I heard was driving. I shook my head as I stumbled down the driveway of the house where the party was held. The boy had been following by my side and he caught me as I tripped over a large tree root, "You don't need to walk either, you can't even watch where you're going. I'll drive you." 

I wasn't really sure how to feel about getting into a vehicle with a complete stranger, but my body is weak and there was no way I'd make it home on foot before passing out or falling on my face. 

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The ride to my house was completely silent until he pulled to the side of the road by my house and shut off the ignition before looking down on me, "You didn't have to bring me home," I said, opening the door and looking at him. I looked deep into his eyes and noticed that they were an intense green. They were like a forest, like the color of the leaves in the spring. They were hypnotizing.

"I know. But I don't mind keeping a beautiful girl out of trouble." He smiled at me and I could feel my cheeks turn to a light pink. I was hoping that he wouldn't notice. 

I had gotten out of his car and walked up to my front door. I could feel his eyes watching, waiting for me to walk inside so that he could leave; and just as I did, I realized, I never got this boy's name. I would probably never see him again. 

Not that he wanted to see a girl who he had found quite drunk and had to drive home because she wan't stable enough to walk.. 

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That Monday in school, I couldn't recall much that had happened on Saturday. All I remember are piercing green eyes and being dropped off at my house. I remember the voice of the boy; I don't remember his face. 

But I sure do wish that I could. 

My third class was Algebra 2. When I walked into my class, everyone's eyes, except for one boy's, flashed over to me and then they quickly focused back onto whatever it was they were doing before. When I sat in my seat, I looked over at the boy who I had never noticed before. His brown hair was long down the middle, short on the sides. Have I seen that haircut before? 

I guess he could feel my eyes on him, because just a few seconds of me looking at him, he turned his head towards me. His eyes. It was those same green eyes from that night; the ones that remind me of a thick forest with beautiful leaves. 

I tried my hardest to look away, but it was as if my eyes were locked in place. I couldn't move. He grinned at me. That's when I knew he recognized me. He didn't look away, and I think he was waiting for me too. 

After I finally regained the control over my eyes, I looked away and towards the window that was to my left. "Madison," the teacher said, "do you know the answer?" 

"Um," I looked at the teacher and shook my head, "to what?" I could hear someone chuckle quietly and others mumbled under their breaths. 

"What is the answer to the problem on the board, Miss Montgomery?" I looked at the board and quickly jotted down the problem so that I could answer it. I could feel everyone's eyes on me. Or at least it felt like everyone's eyes. 

When I looked up, there were only one set of eyes on me: his. 

"Um, the answer is, 5x+78 over 28.." I looked down at my paper that I had written the problem and the teachers nodded in satisfactory.

"That's correct. Please start paying attention." I ran my fingers through my hair and tried to keep myself from look at him.


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It felt like forever before the final bell rang. Thank god, I thought. I quickly gathered my things and walked out into the hallway. It was one of those days when I didn't have homework. I went to my locker and open it up, putting my books in first and then my book bag on top of them. 

When I closed it, the mysterious boy with the gorgeous eyes was standing behind it.

I jumped and put my hand on my chest, "I'm sorry. Did I startle you?" He asked. I nodded and laughed slightly, "I'm pretty sure you recognize me.. But I never got the chance to tell you my name."

"No, you sure didn't," I tried to stray away from looking at his eyes, because every time I did, I was unable to look away, " I'm Ma-.."

He cut me off as he leaned against the lockers, "No need to tell me your name. I know you, and so does everyone else. I'm Drake, Madison." He flashed a half-smile at me and I couldn't help but smile back at him. Even his smile was amazing. 

To be completely honest, this boy was possibly the most attractive person that I have ever laid my eyes upon and he was talking to me. Me of all people. He helped me, at that party Saturday. He chose to help me, when there so many other people that could've used it as well.

Let me tell you, his voice, oh my goodness, his voice. 

He was something.. that I was beginning to crave. 


[ I hope you like it <3 I didn't plan on beginning a new story until my first two were completed but I was getting excited as I began writing the description so I began anyways <3 Tell me what you think? ]



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