Shadowed

As i walked in the classroom a boy catched my eye. He was seated at the wery back of the room and a smirk was playing on his lips. Wearing a plain white t-shirt showing of plenty of tattoos at his chest and arms, snake bite piecing in his lip and black leather pants i must say he was good looking, but something about him made me frightened, and i couldn't put my finger on it. As i sat down at a desk in the very front row, i felt his hazel eyes bore into my back, sending chills down my spine. I got the feeling of something. He was dangerous.