Mr. Perfect, Chapter 2

Hey everyone, sorry that it took me so long to post chapter 2. My Internet has been on the fritz so it has been very hard to post. If you remember what this story is about I would love for you to review it. All posts wanted and welcome, thanks again and I hope you enjoy!

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He was beautiful.

I scrolled down on his page reading through his about me and his interests’ column. I was amazed that he did not seem to be just another mindless teenage boy. We actually seemed to have a lot in common.

I clicked on the ‘message me’ icon and stared at the white blank expanses. My keyboard waited for me to come up with something witty and funny to say but I came up empty. Anything I tried seemed too childish for this seventeen year old god to set his eyes upon.

My fingers drummed nervously against my now abandoned Spanish textbook. I was so concentrated on the stubbornly vacant computer screen that I jumped when my cell phone rang, shrill and demanding. I looked at my caller id before I answered; it was Jordan.

“Hey,” I greeted my mind far away.

“What are you doing? I sent my reply nearly twenty minutes ago!” Jordan started, whiny.

“Sorry, I am trying to figure out what to send to Leo.”

“It’s not that hard. Just send him something saying ’hi’, you don’t need to stress over it.” I could almost see her rolling her eyes at me.

“Thanks for all the support. I love you too.” I said; letting the sarcasm flow thick.

“I do love you, that’s why I am telling you not to stress. Just relax. He is a really cool guy, it will be fine.” Jordan had switched to her soothing voice; I must really have sounded panicked. I took a deep breath as I balanced the phone between my shoulder and ear as I prepared to type.

“So tell me about this new band.” I told Jordan so I would be free to focus on writing. Jordan jabbered happily about the new band, listing pros and cons, who they sounded like; I had to contribute very little to the conversation. I held my breath as I typed,

Hi Leo, this is Amanda! You might know me through Jordan’s story. So what’s up? Anything is probably better then what I am doing; studying for finals. Yuck.

I read through it several dozen times, making sure it sounded upbeat and friendly. Exhaling in a big gust I clicked ’send’. I suddenly felt as if I had just run a mile.

“Amanda? Are you listening?” Jordan’s voice shattered through my weariness.

“Yes, I am.” I assured her.

I really did listen to her then, trying, to not watch the clock. I failed absolutely. I was able to make it through five minutes before I gave in and hit the refresh icon. I felt excitement and apprehension bubble in my stomach when I saw the tiny red lettering proclaiming that I had ‘new messages‘. My heart sank when I saw it was just the missed e-mail from Jordan.

Calm down. I told myself sternly. As I reached my home menu I did a double take, I had new messages.

I kept my emotions in check as I brought up the messages. It was Leo.

Hey Amanda! Of course I know you! Nothing much, I went to a party but I fight broke out so I came home. Finals…I hate those. I had mine last week.

My fingers fumbled over the keys so many times I had to start over.

Sorry you had to leave the party. Why do people have to ruin the fun for everyone else? I hate them too. My teachers even like to give them on the same day, just for fun.

After I sent that I got up and stretched. I became active then in the one sided conversation Jordan was having.

I walked around my room; I started keeping track of how many laps I did. I was able to make it to twenty-three. I rushed back to my computer screen, a smile spreading across my face when I saw I had a new message.

That’s okay, things happen. Especially when everyone at said party has been drinking. Do you get finals for crap classes too? We do, even for penmanship.

I talked with Jordan while I was typing so I could answer without over thinking it.

Yes, we do. I have my team sports exam Monday, because you know one day the will become of vital importance to me. Penmanship? I would fail that class, my hand writing is horrible!

After I clicked ’send’ Jordan had to get off the phone. I listened to music as I waited for Leo to reply. I tried to look up Jordan’s new band and realized with dismay that I did not remember the band name. I mentally slapped myself for being such a negligent best friend. Leo and I continued to send e-mails back and forth; I felt my heart glow as it became effortless to me.

Dinner came and went without me leaving my seat, I did not even feel hunger; my stomach was full of butterflies. Leo seemed to become only more amazing as I found out new things about him. We talked about school, our families, even my klutziness at one point. Sports, our love for coffee, our friends, music, I felt like I had known him forever and yet I knew nothing about him. Every time I thought he could not become more fantastic, he said something that made me really believe that he might just be flawless.

The hours passed without my acknowledgment; too soon my room was lit only by the glow of my computer screen. He was a painter. He wrote poetry. He had a girlfriend. Of course I guy like that would already have a girlfriend, I reasoned with myself. It’s not like he would have dated me anyway, I told myself.

I was lucky that I even got to talk to him.

When my clock told me it was one fifty-one in the morning Leo told me he had to go. This was his final message:

Please message me whenever you get the chance, I’d love to talk to you again…If you want, that is. Bye Sweetheart.

I memorized the message, pouring over every word. I lingered over the words “love” and “sweetheart”. With a sigh I clicked off the page. I was greeted with Leo’s page that I had never closed.

My eyes hungrily memorized every line in his face. He had a strong jaw line the curved into a rounded chin with a small clef. He had high cheek bones, unusual for a guy. His nose was a straight line down his face, the perfect size. His eyes were a kind baby blue and his lips were a sultry line. His chin length shining platinum blonde hair came down to frame his gorgeous features.

What surprised me was that he seemed to be as amazing on the inside as the outside. I turned off my computer, troubled. I rubbed my eyes in the sudden darkness; blindly stumbling from my room through the utter darkness to the bathroom. When I switched on the light I had to blink a few times to banish the black spots that danced in my vision. I looked into the mirror, displeased by what I saw there.

My face was angular with high cheek bones and an alabaster complexion. I had dark brown eyes that had a wise look about them; guaranteed a product of too much reading. My nose was straight with a curve at the end stopping a proper distance from my upper lip; I had pink pout lips. I shook out my dirty blonde hair that fell down to my chin in the front and shorter in the back; the ends flicked out in all different directions.

Even though I told myself not to do it, I compared myself to Leo. I cringed away from my reflection. I was hideous.

Turning my back on the mirror I walked back to my room in the now welcome blackness. I flung myself on my bed, fully dressed and closed my eyes tightly. I waited for sleep to overcome me, but I couldn't help Leo’s picture that popped up behind my eyelids. I went over the now familiar lines of his face, finding that it relaxed me and eased my pain.

Little did I know that I was carving those lines into my heart.