Precious

Everybody Stares at Me

And everybody stares, stares, stares

because they know that I'm gorgeous, because everybody admires me

and everybody stares, stares, stares

because I do what nobody dares

Todos Me Miran by Gloria Trevi 

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"You want me." A familiarly confident voice declared in the distance.

"No." I stayed put. I couldn't exactly determine where I was, but I recognized the lockers and the bench and somewhere the thought popped in my mind that I was in the high school hallway. Alone.

"You know you do." The voice whispered in my ear again, but when I turned around to face the voice, there was nothing. I felt briefly anxious.

There was laughter and all of sudden I started walking slowly backwards, as if trying to escape the voice.

"You can't help yourself. It's not in your control." Alexander finally appeared right in front of me. Looking menacing, walking slowly at first, but as I started to move faster away from him, his pace increased.

"Everything's in my control." I started lowly afraid of why he was looking at me like a predator. "Everything." I whispered again until all of a sudden my back was against the locker.

"Maybe it was before." Alexander breathed down on me, staring at my lips as if they were water and he was a thirsty man. "But not now - you can't control this."

"This?" The word died on my lips as he began to move closer.

He leaned in slowly, as if asking for my permission, yet as his arms grabbed onto mine forcefully, it was obvious that I had hardly any say in what he was going to do to me. His lips slowly hit mine, and covered them like hot dripping honey. He was soft, slow, and, for a second I felt increasingly warm and wanting. But there was another part of me that craved the out-of-control feeling he gave me, so when he put his arms on my lower back and pressed me into him, I eagerly wrapped my arms around his neck, arched my head up further, and pulled him as close as possible. I felt a smile on his lips right before the different sensations we felt caused our kisses to turn frantic and desperate. The moment felt amazing – my conscience didn't utter a word, in fact there were no other sounds except the noise our lips made as they clashed against each other and the noises the lockers made as Alexander banged me against it when he lifted me up and wrapped my legs around his waist.

He began to kiss down my neck and I sighed as I succumbed to what he made me feel when he laughed between a kiss, "I'll ruin you."

I froze in his arms as he continued to kiss down my neck and then I awoke in my bed panting.

It was only a nightmare. My conscience soothed me as I sat up quickly and put my hand over my heart.

But much worse will occur if you ever let him too close to you. It warned.

Of course it was just a dream. Only in my dreams would my conscience not have harassed me...

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When I woke up I brushed my teeth twice, in disgust with my behavior. I put some lip gloss, mascara, and eyeliner on even though I didn't need it.

I decided the day before to wear my blue shirt with my blue skirt. Then I put on my beautiful new Choos and my rose gold Tiffany's charm bracelet because I liked how it looked it combination with my rose gold diamond Cartier Balon Bleu watch. Finally, I looked at myself in the mirror and confirmed that my wavy hair remained gorgeous and unaffected by my sleeping on it last night.