A/N: Here's Part II!!! Enjoy!!!

Part II

The day drudged on, boring, overdramatic, and cold. My eyes would search in hopelessness through the halls, hoping to catch a fleeting, unexpected glimpse of that beautiful boy.

That glimpse didn’t come.

I sighed limply over and over, every time I think I’d see him; a flash of shiny black hair…not him. A thin waist…not him. Piercing icy eyes…not him.

But I didn’t stop there. When I arrived home, my thoughts were beyond occupied, they were imprisoned.

Tomorrow was coming soon…the night faded in a pale grey light around me, careening off newly lit street lamps as the sun set in a blaze of red hot flashes over the horizon. I watched out my window, the cold autumn breeze numbing my face. I thought of him.

Strangely, the time seemed to pass quickly. My legs, sitting bent against my bare chest, never once felt the need to readjust.

Sitting there on that ledge overlooking the darkening neighborhood, scanning with hazel eyes, a murky green in the moonlight, across the street, waiting for tomorrow to peek over the atmosphere.

Sleep didn’t come till four in the morning.

And when I glanced at my alarm sitting patiently next to me, waiting to go off in loud beeps and fizzes, I finally realized the infatuation that was entrancing me.

It was four o’clock in the deep black morning, but I didn’t care. For those fleeting moments, for once, it seemed, in so many years, sleep didn’t seem that important.

If I stay awake, I won’t lose that boy in my mind. His god-like face won’t leave my memory…

“If I fall asleep,” I whispered aloud, huddled in pulsating warmth beneath woolen blankets, “I can dream about him.”

And that’s exactly what I did.

Fourth period had never seemed so far away.

Driving to school the next morning under a thin haze of overcastting fog, my mind stumbled in and out of sleep. A swerve or two later, I furiously rubbed my eyes while stopped at a red light in hopes my two hours of sleep would stop affecting me.

It didn’t help.

So I slept, slept in intervals of ten minutes during classes. Friends would laugh, teachers would wake me up, all the while screaming at how “inconsiderate I was to not do the work,” and how I was normally a “good student.”

I was so damn tired…and that boy still wouldn’t leave my mind.

So when the bell rang, a loud obnoxious clang, I sprang up out of a nauseating slumber, and dashed to my physics class.

Madison waved as I entered; my eyes darted fervently across the chilly classroom, waiting to see the blue-eyed boy, the oil-black hair glistening under overhead lights, the pale skin I wanted to touch, caress, to feel the warmth.

I found him. Huddled in a corner, his head limp against the freshly painted white walls.

Then, he waved at me.

I froze, my heart beating rapidly in my chest anda pulse so racking that my earsconvulsed with the beat, the feeling that they might implode at any given moment. Tingles and wooziness entered my racing system, and fainting seemed so good that I placed my hand on the desk behind me to support my body almost giving way.

Taking a breath and seating myself so hard down upon the classroom chair my tail bone ached as it slammed against the back of the chair, I looked across the noisy room and my pupils met his. He was still as beautiful as I remembered.

And I waved…