I dreamt of him tonight. It felt so real; I thought that maybe this was reality, but then he walked in. That's when I knew I was dreaming. A sweet dream, I wish I could have it for all of eternity and even longer if I could. I was in one of my school maths lessons; I usually dream things that would make any normal person crave to have a dream like mine, you know nightclub hotties, sexy barmen or the supply teacher being an absolute fitty. Maths? That's not normal, but I guess it is now.
Anyway, he just strolled in like the god’s were lifting him up. With his gorgeous, mahogany windswept hair and his grand, muscular structure. His eyes were so blue they cut deep through my flesh, deep into my sleeping soul, as if it had been shaken to life, and awakened. It was as if the heavens had taken pity on me and sent me his heavenly image, or they were teasing me, because this dream could never exist? What for? I must be the only one to see it, it would drive me insane with passion.
“Excuse me Miss,” he referred to his school timetable “Winter. Reception told me this was my class.” The teacher looked intrigued.
“Yes, umm please take a seat.” Giggled Miss Winter. I thought teachers were supposed to teach students, not fall head over heals for them. Looking at him now, I could see just why she must have felt that way. He was very Handsome!
The girls gazed at him, struck dumb with awe and wonder. Not all of them did, just a large majority of them. They began prepping their hair and fixing their make-up. It was so fast you had to be concentrating to see it. Fixing their make-up was just pointless to them because these were girls that always looked like a dream. The self absorbed ones, the popular ones the ones I had had to listen to day in and day out but never really wanted to. I was too popular for them, but they were prettier by far. He never even took a glace at them.
The girls sighed in defeat. Now came the scary part. He bypassed all the girls and spoke to me. He had just walked into my life, he knew nothing about me. Still, he sat next to me. As all the girls with the puffed out chests, the ones who flirted, the ones that looked the best beckoned to him by pulling chairs out slowly with their feet that were all laced in designer school boots or patting the vacant chair next to them. Well, those were the confident ones, most just gave him that longing look.
“Hey, can I sit next to you?” His thick sexy Italian accent was like a form of hypnosis. His voice was sure and confident. It floated into my ears and flowed through me to my inner core filling my body with a dreamy sensation. Then I realised that this dreamy sensation was lust, longing and love all rolled into one. I was nowhere near being the prettiest girl in the class and almost every girl in the class had an empty seat next to them. He could have sat anywhere, but he sat next to me. He didn’t even know I was one of the most popular kids in school. Or did he?
“Yeah sure thing.” I flashed him a warm, inviting smile. I was more into flirty smiles but the day is still young. I should do something. Something that would make me look more attractive. I puckered my lips a little more, fixed my hair and puffed air into my medium size chest. I had to look at him. It would just be a sneaky glance but I felt like I had to so I didn’t lose the fantasy.
I averted my eyes. He had gone, so had my class room. I was back in my heavily pillowed bed with the silky, netted, pink curtains surrounding it and my duvet that pinned me to my soft, quilted mattress. My alarm was ringing. Ring after annoying ring. Lord, kill me now!
This is just Chapter one of my novel I have been writing for my English group. Hope you liked it. Comment as harshly as you can
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