In Circumspect

03.18.2003-

She practically melted into a puddle on the floor. Her friends were all blind. Completely bleeding blind. She couldn't understand why everyone seemed to hate him so much. He was different and quiet. So what? There was no denying the fact that he was beyond sexy, and the fact that few seemed to agree with her just meant that there would be less competition. And his name... God and Goddess, he was such a unique person. How many people could there possibly be who were named Jynxx?

He glanced in her direction, as if sensing her eyes upon him. Those atramentous eyes so dark it was like gazing into pure midnight, so acroamatic and filled with emotion they nearly made her gasp aloud. She had the urge to hold him close, to make the unbridled agony in his eyes go away, to do anything in her power to heal his soul. She couldn't return his gaze and she quickly looked to the window, trying to immerse herself in the beauty of nature and forget the turmoil she had seen in his eyes.

"Kacea Meade?"

"Here..." she said distantly, staring out the window and wondering what it would be like to be able to sit down and have a conversation with him. He rarely spoke, but his voice was like a glimpse into gothic Heaven. He'd been haunting her thoughts lately, always manifesting himself in her dreams in some way or another. She hadn't intentionally become obsessed with him, but apparently some part of her subconscious had. She'd been writing poems, and drawing pictures... Hell, she even had an oil painting of him that she did simply from memory.

Jynxx rolled his eyes and went back to scribbling frantically in his black composition notebook. Stupid girl, he thought. Why does she keep staring at me? It’s creepy…And yet… why isn’t she scared, like all the others? He shrugged, not wanting to even ponder such things at the moment. He was in the middle of writing a song, and he wasn’t about to lose the flow of the work simply because some dumb lovestruck girl wanted to ogle him.

He was unaware of it, but he was softly humming the tune in his brain that he was jotting down the lyrics to. Kacea glanced away from the window, entranced by the beauty of the sound coming from his lips. She almost wished she could hear him sing. She knew that he could play guitar and that he was in a band with some guys from another school, but the places that band played were never advertised anywhere locally. Apparently, they played as far away from here as they could get.

"Jynxx Davison?"

The young man in question merely raised his hand, not a single syllable passing his sensuous lips. Kacea sighed softly in disappointment. It looked like it was going to be another year-her junior year no less-of chasing a boy who'd never give her the time of day. Oh, goodie...

The principal came on the loudspeaker and droned on about what a wonderful year it was going to be and blah, blah, blah... Kacea stopped listening, used to the same old annual speech by now. She wanted to know what Jynxx was writing. She anticipated the bell by somewhere around fifteen seconds, taking the opportunity to glance over his shoulder as she walked by. She caught some rather interesting phrases on the page as she passed.

"Chained and barred.

Collared and fettered.

I am a thing to be toyed with..."

Kacea dared not attempt to read any more, lest he catch on to her curiosity and become suspicious of her. As she headed into her first class, she couldn’t help wondering if there was any special significance to the words on that page, or if they were simply words that sounded good with a tune backing them up.

The end of the school day came more quickly than she had expected it to, and she saw Jynnx in nearly all of her classes. Kacea was starting to scare herself. She had never been this obsessive about a guy before, and she knew that it wasn’t a good sign.