First Glance

Chapter 2 (Matt)

An obsession starts slowly. You get a little bit of your addiction, and you're  fine. Then it build and builds. It becomes a bigger and bigger need. Only now do I understand that.

Kasey was my everything. When I came to school, I finally had something to look forward to. Her face. Her beautiful face. She even sat by me a few times. I mean, it really has only been a month since we met, but it feels like I have known her for an eternity.

I find myself looking at her features more and more. The curve of her chin. Her full lips. Even her figure, which is really quite perfect. I wonder if she looks at me.

I found out a lot more about her too. She is almost 17. And she has one sibling, a little sister. From the pictures I have seen, she looks a little bit like her mom and her dad. They moved here from Iowa for her dad's job. He is in the military.

As far as I know, nothing about me grosses her out. I would be so much happier if I found out that I turned her on. Just a little.

I almost wonder if she is real. I really do have a problem with seeing things and people that aren't there. I have known that for years. But all the other students seem to notice her too. Especially the guys.

I don't want Kasey to know anything about my home life. Not a thing. So I keep pretty quiet when I'm around her, but that's okay because she is a little chatterbox.

Everything about her is perfect. There is not a single thing I would change.

Today I couldn't help it, but I was staring at her lips. Her beautiful soft pink lips. "I wonder what your lips taste like " I told her. I couldn't believe I had just said that.

She looked at me. Looking pretty shocked. And then she said "Maybe you will." My heart stopped. She grinned at me in a dorky, yet seducing way.

I smiled back. Then, to my disappointment, the lunch bell rang. She waved goodbye as she threw her tray on the rack and rushed off to her  5th period.

I sighed quite loudly, as I watched my love walk away. I got some dirty looks from the jocks as they walked by. But I just smirked. I am literally on cloud 9.

It's midnight. I just can't stop thinking about her. I want to touch her. God, that makes me feel evil and dirty. But it's true. My mom has shown me only the most painful touch. I want to see what it's like when both people want each other.

I can't go any longer without seeing her. I'm up now. I grab my back pack and make sure my camera is in it. It is.

I only know her address because I followed her home a few days ago. I didn't let her see me. That would only scare her. And that's the last thing I want to do.

I want her so bad. I'm on my way to her house now. She has so much so much control over me. Yet she has no idea.

It's really dark outside. If it weren't for my headlights and the streetlights I wouldn't be able to see anything.

I finally see her house. It has green paint on the outside with white trim. It looks really nice. Maybe Kasey and I could live there someday. Yes I am getting ahead of myself. But, I could be with her forever and not need anybody else.

I turn my headlight off. I hope she didn't see them. In not sure where her room is. So I will look around. I look in the windows in the front of the house. Living room and dining room.

Her room must be in the back. I slowly creep over to the back of the house. I try to be as quiet as I can. But I trip over a trash can. I curse under my breath.

I'm alert and looking in the windows. I wonder if anybody heard me.

A few minutes have gone by. I don't think anybody heard. I continue my journey to the back of the house. And I finally see her.

Her window is hidden by curtains on the inside. But they are pulled back enough so that I can see her.

She is wearing pink pajamas with cute little blue birds on them. Of course she would dress so cutely.

She hasn't seen me. I hope to keep it that way. I pull out my camera. I can't help but document how beautiful she is.

She doesn't notice a thing, she is engorged in the book she is reading. I take a picture. Than another. And another. I will frame these.

I start to leave. But, I trip on the same trashcan. I look back to see if she noticed. She did. She looks right into my eyes. And for the first time I see fear. Real fear, in her lovely eyes.