Loved By The Rebel

The beginning....

The day I left him, was the day I didn't believe I could ever feel like that again. The day I knew I could never look into his eyes again, was the day I knew that what we had was love.

I remember the first time I heard of  him. I had just come back. I only heard of him from the petty school girl gossip, he was this rebellious young man who roamed the halls with a mysterious look in his eyes. He lurked around every corner with a face like thunder, and his broad chest puffed out. He would walk with such confidence. I remember the first time that he noticed me. His deep blue eyes would glisten when the light would bounce of them. I remember the feeling of curiosity, I had never seen such beauty. His jet black hair, it would have its cute flicks at the end from where he had run his soft hands through it. His perfect olive skin and his broad shoulders, it was like someone had taken him from my deepest desires and put him there to torture my innocent soul.

I had 2 lessons with him. They were the best lessons that I had ever gone too. And that's because of him.
He'd sit there with his legs resting against the table leg, his muscular arms folded across his perfectly chiselled chest and back slanted on his stool. I could never help but stare... I could never quite understand what his pull was on me. But I was so attracted to him. I could feel my heart beating out of my chest. The cravings that I would have, the desire was too much. I just wanted to hold him. To feel his arms wrapped around my waist, to feel that secure. I knew then that... I needed him...