Burn Me Up, Like A Witch, Baby Turn Me On.

In The Beginning.

I stood above a crowd of people in a too-large house, for my taste anyways. Too many people stood below the balcony that was connected to the staircase.  I felt uncomfortable around all those people. I preferred to wander around this large house that belonged to my sister’s boss. He owned a modeling agency. It was a nice house, I must admit, everything was black. Well, except the large chandelier hanging over where the people were, which was pure crystal.

Being the weirdo I was, I explored the house instead of mingling like my sister said to. I wanted to see if I could find anything cool, rather than talk to people.

I wandered down a hallway and looked in every room. There were bedrooms and bathrooms and I was bored. I was hoping I could find an attic or something cool, but I didn’t, so I went downstairs in search of a basement. That’s when I got the feeling.

Do you ever feel like someone is watching you intensely? That’s what I felt, but it wasn’t just an intense stare; it was like this person was undressing me with their eyes. I looked around, not finding anyone that was watching me.

I kept turning, looking, until my eyes fell on his. White contacts covered his iris, which I got the feeling was green. The look he gave me was intriguing. It sent chills threw me, and for some odd reason, I couldn’t look away. We just stood and stared at each other.

He was incredibly handsome. Tall, black hair, piercings. I knew by the tattoo on his hand he was hiding more. His ears were stretched to at least two inches. He had his nostrils stretched, snake bites and a septum piercing. I could just put him on a cracker.

“Colette,” I heard someone say, but I didn’t look. I was too busy staring at him. He grinned at me. I swooned. “Colette!”

I turned my head and saw my sister. “Huh?”

“What were you staring at?” She asked and I looked back to find nothing.

“Nothing,” I said. She smiled slightly, knowing I was lying.

“Mhmm,” she said and I noticed someone with her. “Colette, this is my boss Jordan. Jordan, this is my sister.”

“Nice to meet you Colette,” he said, looking me over. Oh great, I thought, another person staring at my body.

“Likewise,” I responded. I looked behind me and found his eyes on me again. What was going on? Why were people staring at me? Why was he staring at me? It was different from just a normal stare, that’s what made it strange.

“Your sister has told me a lot about you,” Jordan said when I looked back at him.

“Really?”

“Yes,” he smiled. “I’m thinking maybe we could bring you in sometime and see if you have any potential, maybe get you a shoot.”

Holy shit, I thought. Modeling was my dream.

“Yes, of course, I’d love to,” I said.

He grinned at me. His grin wasn't nearly as attractive as the other guys, whose name I did not know, and it definitely didn't make me swoon. "Okay, I'll get the number from Cerise and I'll call you."

"Okay," I smiled back. That's why Cerise wanted me to come.

"Enjoy the party," he said and walked away, so did Cerise.

I spent the rest of the night looking for those white eyes. I couldn't find them again, but I knew he was watching me, I could feel those eyes on me, and I put a little hip in my step. Then, before I knew it, Cerise is tapping on my shoulder.

"Let's go. I'm gonna take you home," she said. I nodded. I was getting tired.

I looked back one more times and found white eyes as I walked out the door. My heels clicked on the pavement as me and Cerise walked to her expensive Mercedes. She unlocked it and we got in. The second we were on the road, she was questioning me.

"Who were you staring at?" She asked.

"Honestly," I started. "I have no idea."

"What do you mean?"

"He's just some guy that wears white contacts that was staring at me, so I stared back," I said.

"Yeah, like you wanted to do bad things to him," she said under her breath. I rolled my eyes. "He wears white contacts?"

"Yeah," I said. "Do you know him?"

"Not really, but I know he's a friend of Jordan's. He's always around, but he doesn't say much. He really only talks to Jordan, except for when he said hi to me once," she said, a smile spreading across her face when she said her boss' name.

I rose an eyebrow. "Do you know his name?"

"No," she said.

We didn't talk for the rest of the ride to my house, and I barely murmured a goodbye to her before she drove off. I was too busy thinking about those white contact eyes.