Remember

I remember....

I remember The first time I saw him.  It was during P.E. at school.  the boys were playing Basketball, the girls, volleyball. The guys were going shirts Vs. Skins. Alot of the guys (who fought to be on the skins team) were just doing it to taunt the girls. I remember the girls gawking. Pretty much all of the guys were totally ripped. Normally I wouldn't have noticed - totally consumed in my serve - but it was hard to get on with a scrimmage when no one else was playing, so i looked over. All of the boys were flexing their damp, tanned arms, or making them twitch - giving them the appearance of 'winking', which made the girls blush, or bat their overly mascaraed eyelashes.  And - okay - maybe i was doing it a little too.

   But then i noticed him and stopped. He wasn't the manliest. You know how in those stupid sappy romance novels, they'll call them, like, 'a God among men'? Well he wasn't really that... quite the opposite, in fact.  He wasn't as tall as any of the other guys, but still taller than any of the other girls. He wasn't as muscular, but not even close to scrawny. He wasn't as tanned, but not pale, he seemed to be glowing.  I was kind of in a trance, because the bell that chimed, signaling the end of sixth period startled me. All the girls rushed to the changing room to change out of our sweaty - not to mention ugly - Grey and white Gym strip. 

I remember opening the door to exit the change room, and seeing him leaning against the door frame of the gym. He was wearing faded baby blue jeans that were ripped at the knees, a grey V-neck shirt, ad purple Converse sneakers.

I remember being taken back at first, then slowly walking out.

as i walked by him, he straightened himself off the wall.

  "I saw you checking me out during gym!" He laughed cockily.

I remember the devilish grin on his face. How it seemed to make his chocolate brown eyes turn to liquid, rippling and shimmering. I remember how it made me weak in the knees.  So weak, i almost had to grab on to something.