Precious

Everybody Talks

Hey baby won't you look my way?
I can be your new addiction
Hey baby what you gotta say?
All you're giving me is fiction

I'm a sorry sucker and this happens all the time
I found out that everybody talks
Everybody talks, everybody talks

by Neon Trees

________________________________He stared down and looked into my eyes as if trying to read my mind. His jaw was clenched and he looked tense, until he took a step back to check me out.

His eyes looked me up and down – slowly, boldly, and obviously. The corner of his lips raised and formed a small, yet devious smile.

Normally, a girl would feel self-conscious. I knew that was the typical reaction. But I was not your average girl. I proudly put my shoulders beck, lifted my chest up, put my hands on my hips, and smiled with my head high for him to realize I wasn't afraid of him. Why would I be? I knew that I was most men's fantasy – several of them had told me so. I knew that he would definitely like what he saw.

But as he took his slow time, it seemed awkward that he was being so blunt about his examination of me. I noticed, after he took so long, that his eyes lingered on my thighs, the shortness of my skirt, and my chest. And finally, after thoroughly eye-raping me, he looked into my eyes, scoffed, and rolled his beautiful kryptonite eyes; totally being rude.

Why is he looking at me like I'm some nerd loser? I wondered. Doesn't he like what he sees?

"Estella Rose." His lips smirked, but his eyes didn't look amused.

"Um, how do you know my name?" I asked just as rudely, even though I knew the answer; I looked directly into his eyes letting this alpha know I wasn't afraid of him.

Unfortunately, the looking-straight-into-his-eyes plan had several flaws. First, when I caught sight of his brilliant emeralds I released any prior ability I had to breathe.

Second, his smoldering presence had caused me to forget to control my bodily functions, like my mouth –I'm not exaggerating when I say I had to quickly grind my teeth together and close my mouth before drool came out. Third, the strange effect his eyes had on me forced me to let my eyes wander around the rest of his god-carved face – I could look anywhere else, as long as I stopped looking into those entrancing eyes that caused me to stop thinking.

Unfortunately, it wasn't much help since the rest of his body made me wish we were both immediately naked and hooking up.

God, why did he have to have perfect jaw structure, thick but not too thick eyebrows, and a perfectly straight nose that just made him the cutest guy in the world? Why couldn't his hair be messy? Why was it just long enough to look clean cut and just dark enough and just perfect enough? Why were his eyes the color of the trees in the rain forest? Why was his body so fit, tall, and perfectly large? It was like someone had taken a list of all of the characteristics I had subconsciously sought after in men, and put them in one perfect man for me: Alexander Stone.

Right before I looked back at his eyes I blinked slowly. In between those 5 milliseconds of blinking I kept telling myself not too look into his eyes again, but I couldn't help it and without any control over my senses, I looked.

He had beautiful dark green eyes, like a friggin' green treasure. Up close, they were just as shiny and colorful as my Tiffany emerald earrings. Why couldn't he have any flaws?!

"I wish I could say it's nice to finally see you again." He sighed as he picked up his books from the floor quickly and looked back up at me.

Flaw found. I need to stop making absolute statements. I mentally cringed at my mistake.