Introvert Seduced by Playboy

Why are you standing so close to me, boy?

No that sounds odd especially coming from me.

But you’re making me very uncomfortable. This is not a pleasant feeling.

Wait. What is he doing? Why is he making that strange face? Yeah right, like he thinks I’m falling all over his feet. Pfft.

“You’re cute, you know that baby?” He’s trying to touch me right now. Dammit, why aren’t I doing anything?

Ahh cold hands on my cheek. That feels….

NO. IT DOESN’T.

“Baby, you’re heating up,” he coos in that voice of his. This is so humiliating. He’s always the last one here for art class. And I’m always the first. He must have noticed. I look up at the clock.

10:16.

The teacher is so disorganized. She comes here five minutes after the bell rings. Nobody is in here except for me and him. Maybe I should pretend I left something in my locker and make an excuse. Yes.

“Uh-um I have to get something from my locker.” Very awkward. Very stiff. Memo: work on the confidence thing; after school look at self in mirror and repeat “you are the shit.”

“You do, don’t you?”

The way he says it, a mental image pops in my head. Squinty eyes. Shaggy hair. Metro boy. Oh I know! That guy, Gossip Girl. That’s it, the same exact voice.

“Yes,” Oh what a pathetic foolish voice. I’m not even making eye contact. You can withhold it. You can do it.

I do it. Argghh his eyes. They are too damn…too damn….blue? almond shaped? What makes eyes pretty, whatever it is, he’s got it.

“I always thought you were hot, you know that? Hot. Hot. Hot.”

I actually laugh out loud; he’s repeating it and his voice is diminishing it with every “hot.”

“What is it babe? Oh yes, the voice thing. You like it?”

“Uh well it’s actually quite funny.”

Finally I responded. Finally. Full response with direct eye contact. Minus the “uh” and that would have being crisp.

10:18

People are crowding inside the door. Some notice our close contact. Some raise their eyebrows. As we settle down, I hope, wish actually, that this will happen again.