A/N: Here is my new short story entitled That Boy! This is part one...ENJOY!!

Part I

I wasn’t really paying any attention.

That is… until he walked through the door.

The low hum of voices chatting away, all of the teacher’s loud demands, scoffs, and remarks, every last drop of the reverberations within that cold classroom fell deaf on my ears.

His hair was pure ink; darker than the chilliest winter night, his eyes a frozen hue of iced-over blue; each beautiful iris scanning the room. Nervous was written deeply in his un-faltered features. His pale, smooth skin set an almost radiance about him as I heard the loud oak door slam behind him.

He was thin; lankier than most…his jeans, faded and worn, hung on his waist by an almost insignificant studded belt. His plaid green boxers seemed to tease me a bit. His wife-beater, black and ruffled, clung to his curved waist.

The classroom noises continued to be drowned out by my concentrated stare upon this boy.

He took a seat quietly directly across the room from me; two girls opposite him giggling in inaudible voices knowingly about the boys beauty.

Jealousy seemed to kick in inside of me.

I wanted him.

The noises returned as Mr. Eubanks cleared his throat, and all of the students turned to pay delusional attention to the head of the classroom.

“Open you’re physics book to page 234, and do problems 1 through 28 even. You can work with a partner,” He stated, a quick flick of his wrist motioning us to get busy.

This was my chance.

The two girls still giggling, as I observed, wanted him to work with them. Thankfully, they must’ve felt it too forward to ask, so they turned inward towards each other and continued to jabber about the beauty next to them.

I watched as all the students paired up; the boy watching each with nonchalance.

I wandered over to the opposite side of the room, slowly and steadily, biding my time to ease my offer to be his partner in somewhere between the loud commotion of the class and the need to sharpen my pencil.

I felt a tug at my shirt; I whipped around to face a tiny freckled face dotted with them. Red hair bounded into view as the lights flickered off each fiery strand.

“Hey Madison,” I muttered, still placing my mission of attracting that boys attention fully in the forefront of my mind.

“Oh, Corbin, you want to work on this with me?” She asked, glancing over at the person I was staring at with my hazel eyes.

I didn’t respond, still moving my legs to ease foreword to ask him.

“I, I…” I didn’t want to offend her. We had worked previously on every group assignment, project or otherwise, with each other. I couldn’t turn her down now, even though the passion, the warm feelings, the lust I was feeling toward the boy in the quiet corner raged through my veins.

Damnit, Madison wins.

“Sure,” I responded.

I watched hesitantly as the boy opened his book, looked around curiously, and I suddenly noticed his gaze falling on me.

Even though a thin smile was painted on his face, in all of my stupidity I had the audacity to look away, letting my shyness overcome me.

Damn, damn, damn!

I never once helped Madison do the assigned work; she noticed several times and even let me know she was aware of my aloofness by jabbing me a few times in the ribs with the eraser of her pencil.

But I didn’t care.

Even though the classroom laughed and wailed and talked and groaned, it was all still silent to me.

That boy would be mine.

That boy with the shimmering glassy onyx hair, the boy with a gaze so chilly yet gentle, my heart seemed to pool, that boy…he’d be in my arms.

But if instances like this keep coming up, I’ll never get to him.

So for the continuation of the period, I sat there, watching him, waiting and planning and hoping he’d notice me.

And I didn’t even know his name…

That’s okay…his tiny smile made up for it.