The Boy of my Dreams

Chapter one- Dreams

Madisons POV
His hand slowly rises to grip my face, to cup it in his hands. He hold me. Staring at me with those infinite brown eyes when suddenly, his lips crash into mine. I feel a chill rush through my body as i run my fingers through his soft, Brown hair. He grabs my legs and throws me on top of him. His left hand leaves my face and slowest grazes down my back, the tips of his fingers slide under my shirt and take it off of me. He kisses all over my neck as I slowly unbutton his shirt, kissing his chest with each opening. He now throws me over to the side and hops on top of me,  reaching around to unclip my bra. I throw it to the side and he moves his focus to my chest. He sits back and looks at me for a second, and I give him the nod. His face his now kissing my chest, forcing me to grab a hold of his hand to keep from moving. My whole body is exploding the feeling. Every touch he places on my body drives me crazy. I reach up to his face, cupping it in my hands, and stop of a second. I smile and break the silent with a simple "I love you." He pulls me into a hug, pressing my bare body against his and says "I love you too."

I roll over in my bed and reach over to turn off my alarm. It had been going off for the past 20 minutes but I guess I was dreaming about that boy again so I didn't hear it. I have been having these dreams lately. Always the same boy, the same bed, the same amazing feelings. He had such a distinct face, but i didn't recognize him. Who was he? Why do i keep dreaming about him? I had no idea. I glance over at my clock. It reads 9:30 am. "SHIT I'm late!!!" I yell to myself. I jump out of bed, brush my teeth, and throw on a sweatshirt and a pair of shorts laying on my floor. Mom is going to kill me if she finds out I'm late for school again. This had been happening a lot recently. Every time i dream about him, i oversleep. I walk down stairs quietly hoping she isn't home so I don't get in trouble. I make it downstairs and into the garage. I start my car and zoom off to school. Luckily here in Beverly Hills morning traffic is over by nine o'clock. I make it to school only being 20 minutes late. For me, that's record time. I run from the parking lot into the school building and I'm completely out of breath. I turn down the hall way and head to my homeroom; Mr. Dickinson. I open the door and scan the room for an empty seat. I see one in the back so I walk towards it. As soon as Mr. Dickinson saw me walking in late i hear "Late again I see Ms. McCollum..." he says in a partially joking partially annoyed tone. I give him a quick I'm sorry smile and take my seat. Damn, I really need to get to the bottom of these dreams. Who was this boy anyways?