~Chapter One~
The door slowly creaked open. "God we really need new doors in this school," I thought to myself. Then I looked up and that's when I saw him. I started fiddling with my jacket zipper, with my pencil lead, with anything to keep myself from gawking at the amazing creature standing in the doorway.
When I finally looked up I started to take in all his features. From his tousled golden hair to his worn Nikes. His faces was chiseled and his eyes were deep set; the color of honey in the summer sun. His nose came to a perfect point at the end of a graceful slope. His lips were so full he just looked like a good kisser, too bad she would probably never find out. Then her eyes slowly started to venture over the rest of his body. His carved muscles showing through his gray T-shirt. His pants were the perfect wash of dark but not too dark, and loose but not too loose, and slightly tight but not too tight.
God, he was perfect. I tried to bring my attention back to my work and ignore the countless amount of butterflies erupting from my stomach. Then he spoke and I thought, "He really does have the whole package," His voice flowed like velvet out of his mouth like a song. I was mesmerized and my friend decided that this was the perfect time to make fun of me. "Em, snap out of it you know the teacher doesn't really like it when you drool on the desk," She whispered, poking fun at me. I fixed a glare on her and she just giggled. Then at my friends tinkling laugh he looked over toward our section of the room. My heart almost stopped and for a second I thought I would have an aneurism. Then he grinned and I think I fainted a tiny bit.
Then the bell rang and I gathered my books up in my arms and slung my bag over my shouldered and hustled out of there. In my haste I bumped into someone; I expected them to shout at me to watch where I was going, but it didn't happen. Then I saw who I bumped into... It was him! I nearly screamed but nothing came out. My books tumbled to the floor and in stooping to pick them up I caught a glimpse of his schedule. His name was Brady Mitchel. The best part was we had every class together. Then just like a gentleman he bent over and picked up my books for me and said, "Here I think you dropped these," I replied, "Yeah probably I am known to do that from time to time," Oh. My. Gosh. I didn't think I would be able to talk to him let alone be smooth and seemingly charming. He just shook his head and chuckled as he glided out the door. My heart was racing, I'm not sure if I will make it through the day. All I know is that now I will look forward to coming to this place.
