Moonless Night

Chapter 3

  I watched as the most beautiful, graceful person I'd ever laid my eyes on walked swiftly into the room without making a sound. He strode to an open table in the first row. I tried not to watch him, but it was difficult when the clothes he wore didn't leave much to the imagination.

  He was tall and had a slim figure that looked sexy in his tight black shirt and skinny jeans. I could see muscles that seemed rock hard as he walked confidently. He skin was pale, really pale, even paler than mine. It was flawless and smooth. I had to stop before I got to his face, if I saw it I would most certainly be distracted for the rest of the class period. His movements had already mesmerized me. The way he bent his long legs, the way he crossed his arms showing off his muscles, though he wasn't buff, the very grace he possessed hypnotized me.

  All of a sudden, I felt as if someone were watching me. I glanced around. Seeing no one's eyes on me, I directed my attention back to Mr. Roberts, who was saying something about how strains affect DNA. I was so distracted by the beautiful man's entrance I hadn't even noticed the teacher begin teaching.

  I sighed and took my journal out for notes. 

  After discussing how viruses can change the strands of DNA in many ways in different species, I pretty much had all the notes for the class. For the first day of school there sure was a lot of work. As I closed my journal, I felt eyes on me again. I glanced around but saw nothing again. I breathed out and told myself I was being paranoid. Just first day jitters.

  Several minutes later, the bell rang, ending first period. Evan got up and I followed.

  "How do you like class so far?" He asked as we picked our way through the crowded halls.

  "Oh, it was okay," I said. "There were some good parts."

  He glanced back at me raising an eyebrow. "Some good parts? Like how all the guys were staring at you?"

  I gave him a puzzled look. "What are you talking about? I didn't see anyone watching me."

  He shook his head in mock disappointment. "Wow, little sis, you're a lot denser than you look."

  "Hm, whatever."

  I trailed after him as he zigzagged through the sea of bodies. I nearly lost him, he moved fast, I could barely keep up. By the sixth time he almost disappeared I was annoyed. I grabbed the end of what I thought was his black polo shirt.

  "Evan..." I began, drifting off as I looked up. It wasn't Evan. Evan's shirt was much more loose than the skintight black shirt I clutched at.

The owner of the shirt turned and looked down at me. I felt myself freeze like I did the first time I saw his beautiful body. That was nothing compared to his face.

  His face had strong yet soft distinct features. As pale as the rest of his body, but seemed to glow in the dim light. His lips were full and looked soft, I briefly wondered if they felt as soft as they appeared. He also had a nose that seemed almost aristocratic, which is strange. All of those features were beautiful, but the most astounding part were his eyes. They were a bright hazel and amber combination with impossible golden specks. I found myself staring at them, they stood out all the more framed by long jet black hair, dark as night and flowed to his shoulders. It looked so silky, I wanted to feel it.

  A dark angel. That's what he reminds me of.