Part Two - Power Over Me
Dark eyes, deep and as black as the midnight sky, met mine. They were beautiful; open and mystical. It's so hard to describe, but his eyes...his eyes were windows. I saw the midnight sky, twinkling stars, and celestial bodies. I was drawn into them, trapped helplessly in his gaze. I couldn't look away.
He reached out and placed his hand on mine. Alabaster and cold as death, it sent a shock through my entire body. It filled me with this eerie, tingling feeling that left it impossible for me to draw back from his grasp. I was paralyzed, unable to pull away. He had on my mind that made thought impossible.
I felt him lift my hand and take the paper. As he attempted to lace his fingers in mine, I heard the click of my pen hitting the floor. Everything else was unimportant. The world stopped.
Matt McFarland. Matt McFarland. I tried desperately to hold onto the image of him, love pooling in his eyes as he looked at me. It grew fuzzy and distorted. All I saw was this boy all in black. He'd seen my engagement ring, had even played with it as he raised my fingers to his lips. God, they were perfect lips. My own quivered as I touched them. I admired his beautifully sculpted upper lip, and the silky smoothness of his pale lips. I ached for them to touch mine. Deeper and deeper he drew me into his eyes, deeper and deeper he drew me into his spell. I couldn't find it. Matt had faded.
My body caught fire as I continued to stroke them, his grasp loosened. I would've been able to pull away. It would've been easy to escape from that weak grasp, but I couldn't. I just couldn't. I watched those lips part and his teeth, iridescent as pearls in the light, nipped at my flesh.
I moaned. It was gentle and barely audible, for his ears only. At first, I hadn't even realized it had escaped, but, as he pulled my fingers away, he flashed me a sinful, devilish grin.
"Miss Ellis, do you mind joining us in class?" Then, suddenly, the world started again. I jerked my eyes away and saw the bitterness in those of my English teacher, Mr. Brown. Shamefully, I lowered my gaze and slowly eased into my seat. The classroom had already come alive with whispers, my classmates eager to spread the rumors. I could just imagine it all. 'Autumn is cheating on Matt. The engagement won't last long now. She played Matt. She just used him...'
My cheeks burned with shame as a blush sat in, and I was unable to stop quivering inside. It was an awful, teasing tingling that refused to leave me. It wouldn't stop, even as I began to regret what I had done. I couldn't do anything. It felt as if something had been ripped from me. Tingling and empty, quivering and trembling; I couldn't keep my mind on the lesson. All I could think about was him and how helpless I'd been in his grasp. How deep he'd pulled me into him. How impossible it'd been to pull away. If anything, all of that had managed to scare me.
Somehow, despite the fear, I managed to feel dirty and cheap. I searched the faces and the walls, afraid Matt had somehow managed to sneak inside and lay low amongst the others. My heart was racing. It wouldn't slow. I turned back to notice him in the last desk of the row next to mine. He was lounged back, a pleased and satisfied smirk on his face. Did he know what he'd done to me? Had he aimed to make me miserable? A lot of people were out to get me. They made my life seem so perfect.
I turned back, unaware of what to feel. I placed my face in my hands and I failed to fight back what I'd tried to hide. Warm tears stung my pride. I looked up anxiously at the clock, counting down to the end of class. I was unwilling to let my reputation be ruined by a few stupid tears and a boy. It felt like forever. It ticked by so slowly, and, after not replying to his compliment on my writing style, Mr. Brown made his way over to my desk and inspected me. My eyes caught his; warm and sincere, yet they seemed insignificant. They'd lost their sparkle and their glow, forever pale in comparison to those midnight eyes.
"You're excused," he mouthed silently, finally noticing the tears in my eyes. I quickly jumped out of my seat and threw the door open, leaving all of my things behind. I ran through the hallways, crying and unable to stop the trembling uneasy trembling that took place inside. I ran out of the main building. The sunlight seemed unkind as I headed towards the building that housed the library and the computer labs. I ran towards the back entrance and found her there. "Kendal!" It was a tear-ravaged scream, ridiculously altered and high pitched from my panic.
She came rushing from around the corner, adjusting her clothes that had been ravaged in a heavy make out session. "Autumn?" She leaned in closer, noticing the terrified look in my eyes. "What the hell is wrong with you, Autumn? Why aren't you in class?"
"Something...something happened. Something...something weird went on."
I couldn't manage to tell her. The words dried in my throat. It was so easy to imagine him looming over me. I could practically hear him breathing. I let out a whimper, losing control of my breathing as I struggled to clear my mind and finally gain control of it.
It was then that I realized I didn't even know his name.
Dark eyes, deep and as black as the midnight sky, met mine. They were beautiful; open and mystical. It's so hard to describe, but his eyes...his eyes were windows. I saw the midnight sky, twinkling stars, and celestial bodies. I was drawn into them, trapped helplessly in his gaze. I couldn't look away.
He reached out and placed his hand on mine. Alabaster and cold as death, it sent a shock through my entire body. It filled me with this eerie, tingling feeling that left it impossible for me to draw back from his grasp. I was paralyzed, unable to pull away. He had on my mind that made thought impossible.
I felt him lift my hand and take the paper. As he attempted to lace his fingers in mine, I heard the click of my pen hitting the floor. Everything else was unimportant. The world stopped.
Matt McFarland. Matt McFarland. I tried desperately to hold onto the image of him, love pooling in his eyes as he looked at me. It grew fuzzy and distorted. All I saw was this boy all in black. He'd seen my engagement ring, had even played with it as he raised my fingers to his lips. God, they were perfect lips. My own quivered as I touched them. I admired his beautifully sculpted upper lip, and the silky smoothness of his pale lips. I ached for them to touch mine. Deeper and deeper he drew me into his eyes, deeper and deeper he drew me into his spell. I couldn't find it. Matt had faded.
My body caught fire as I continued to stroke them, his grasp loosened. I would've been able to pull away. It would've been easy to escape from that weak grasp, but I couldn't. I just couldn't. I watched those lips part and his teeth, iridescent as pearls in the light, nipped at my flesh.
I moaned. It was gentle and barely audible, for his ears only. At first, I hadn't even realized it had escaped, but, as he pulled my fingers away, he flashed me a sinful, devilish grin.
"Miss Ellis, do you mind joining us in class?" Then, suddenly, the world started again. I jerked my eyes away and saw the bitterness in those of my English teacher, Mr. Brown. Shamefully, I lowered my gaze and slowly eased into my seat. The classroom had already come alive with whispers, my classmates eager to spread the rumors. I could just imagine it all. 'Autumn is cheating on Matt. The engagement won't last long now. She played Matt. She just used him...'
My cheeks burned with shame as a blush sat in, and I was unable to stop quivering inside. It was an awful, teasing tingling that refused to leave me. It wouldn't stop, even as I began to regret what I had done. I couldn't do anything. It felt as if something had been ripped from me. Tingling and empty, quivering and trembling; I couldn't keep my mind on the lesson. All I could think about was him and how helpless I'd been in his grasp. How deep he'd pulled me into him. How impossible it'd been to pull away. If anything, all of that had managed to scare me.
Somehow, despite the fear, I managed to feel dirty and cheap. I searched the faces and the walls, afraid Matt had somehow managed to sneak inside and lay low amongst the others. My heart was racing. It wouldn't slow. I turned back to notice him in the last desk of the row next to mine. He was lounged back, a pleased and satisfied smirk on his face. Did he know what he'd done to me? Had he aimed to make me miserable? A lot of people were out to get me. They made my life seem so perfect.
I turned back, unaware of what to feel. I placed my face in my hands and I failed to fight back what I'd tried to hide. Warm tears stung my pride. I looked up anxiously at the clock, counting down to the end of class. I was unwilling to let my reputation be ruined by a few stupid tears and a boy. It felt like forever. It ticked by so slowly, and, after not replying to his compliment on my writing style, Mr. Brown made his way over to my desk and inspected me. My eyes caught his; warm and sincere, yet they seemed insignificant. They'd lost their sparkle and their glow, forever pale in comparison to those midnight eyes.
"You're excused," he mouthed silently, finally noticing the tears in my eyes. I quickly jumped out of my seat and threw the door open, leaving all of my things behind. I ran through the hallways, crying and unable to stop the trembling uneasy trembling that took place inside. I ran out of the main building. The sunlight seemed unkind as I headed towards the building that housed the library and the computer labs. I ran towards the back entrance and found her there. "Kendal!" It was a tear-ravaged scream, ridiculously altered and high pitched from my panic.
She came rushing from around the corner, adjusting her clothes that had been ravaged in a heavy make out session. "Autumn?" She leaned in closer, noticing the terrified look in my eyes. "What the hell is wrong with you, Autumn? Why aren't you in class?"
"Something...something happened. Something...something weird went on."
I couldn't manage to tell her. The words dried in my throat. It was so easy to imagine him looming over me. I could practically hear him breathing. I let out a whimper, losing control of my breathing as I struggled to clear my mind and finally gain control of it.
It was then that I realized I didn't even know his name.