Sheets

Chapter 1

Thick sheets of glass, no matter how thick, will always be transparent.  You will always be able to see right through them. Have you ever stood in front of someone's view? Ever been reminded that you aren't made of glass? This is oh so sadly true. It's nearly impossible to see through someone and some people are just too thick to even try. The harder I tried to look into her the more lost I became. The glass layer of her eyes began to thicken and fog the more I tried to wipe them clean.  

Her name was Christy and I'd been into her for months now. Not a day had gone by that I didn't feel completely captivated by her beauty. Her mysterious green eyes seemed to carry with them a mist of sorts that allowed no one to peer inside. Her slim, long, goddess like legs led up from her feet that blessed the ground of the earth with their presence into her oh so teasing skirt. Short enough to send my mind on a fantasy fueled odyssey but covered just enough to prevent even the deepest corners of my imagination from fictionally fulfilling my greatest of desires. She conserved herself in the sexiest of manners and it drove me absolutely insane. The way her eyes were constantly fixed upon the ground, she would frantically search the room as if she was missing something. Oh, how the thought enticed me. The idea that she could be looking for something, someone to make her feel alive. I knew it was a wild idea but the hope I had that she was looking for the very same thing I wanted from her made my skin tingle in pleasure.

She sat just one seat in front of me in my first period class. Every morning I was fortunate enough to sit just inches away from the most beautiful piece of art to ever be placed on canvas. I would sit in awe as she twirled her short blonde hair around the index finger of her right hand. Over and over again, day after day. I would've killed to be a finger upon that hand, to be in contact with her perfection.

To this very day I cannot honestly say whether it was love or lust that attracted me to Christy, but whatever it was held a tight grip around my throat and stopped any type of circulation to my brain. Around her it became impossible for me to think properly or speak fluent English. I'd made multiple attempts to speak to her and the gibberish that resulted most likely left her feeling as if I was the creepy foreign exchange student that no one wants to be friends with.

There was something different about that day though. There was something about that chilly October day that left me feeling without a choice. Some other worldly force or some type of sixth sense was telling me that I absolutely had to speak to Christy and make my move or I would never get a chance to again. I wasn't sure where this warning was coming from but I heeded it. I leaned forward in my seat and gently tapped her shoulder with my pencil. She was just one seat ahead of me but it was enough of a distance to prevent my short stubby arms from reaching on their own. She turned around to face me and her hair swung with the motion. Her soft angelic voice sang deeply into my soul.

"Can I help you, Ben?" she sang to me.

"Umm. . . Yeah," I searched my soul for some type of courage, or at least enough knowledge to put together an English sentence. "I was wondering if maybe, if you aren't busy later today, maybe we could hang out after school."

"Well Ben, no I'm not busy later today," I felt my heart shoot into my throat. "And I'd be delighted to hang out with you for a bit."

Her words sang praises into my soul and a choir of angels rejoiced in unison. My life felt complete. This was way easier than I had imagined for so long. Almost too easy, but I wasn't complaining. My wildest dream was coming true. I sat there gazing in amazement before I realized I had been staring back at her and grinning like a mad man. I had to say something before I scared her away from the thought of hanging out with me.

"Thanks Christy! I've been looking forward to this for a while!" Shit. Did I really just say that? I felt my cheeks flush and she just giggled at me. "I mean umm. . . It's not that I've been umm. . . Oh shit. . . Umm . . ."