Naked at Noon
Reed Sanders was not the type of guy that believed in chivalry and helping old ladies across the street. He was more the type of guy that would make the pregnant lady stand while he sat smugly in his seat on the city bus. Indeed, Reed was his own dimension of asshole, which explained what he was doing running stark naked through the school cafeteria with Hayven MacaFee and the rest of his gang.
From what I had heard, he'd been to juvy twice, made it a habit to engage in random sex with so many people, not necessarily one at a time, that would make a porn star blush, and had a mouth that made sailors look like saints.
It was only natural that I asked around and maintained a certain level of curiosity regarding his existence. As the new girl in a small town and an even smaller high school, I wanted to get to know the small class of 230 students that would eventually make up my graduating year.
I was supposed to have two classes with him, but he never showed. Granted, so far only one week of school had passed, but still, I suspected this was another habit of his he made a point to engage in.
Asking around, it hadn't been hard to find out plenty about him. Actually, the problem was more so that people had too much to say about Reed Sanders. In a small town like this, people got bored, and when someone like Reed came along, they gravitated to him like bees to honey. The lines between fact and fiction inevitably blur as rumors begin to fly around, eventually being exaggerated to ridiculous lengths. Needless to say, they hadn't been much help.
Staring up at him for the first time from my seat near the back of the school cafeteria, though, I couldn't help but think no one had mentioned how ridiculously handsome he was. The fact that he was completely naked probably helped, I'll admit, but his face was almost distracting enough to keep my eyes from drifting down the rest of his body. Almost.
From what I could tell from across the room, he had thick, black hair that hung in jagged, unkempt strands around his face and a sharp jaw line that reminded me of the ones you'd expect to see on ancient greek paintings of mythological gods. And his body…well, let's just say it wasn't the heat that was making my face tomato red. He looked absolutely perfect, every inch of him pure muscle as he ran across the cafeteria, dawning a devilish grin like the cat that just ate the canary.
And then it happened, the moment that would forever immortalize me in Weldon High School History, at least for the next 4 years to come. Reed Sanders turned, our eyes meeting for a split second, and stopped dead in his tracks.
Fear was the first emotion to leave me speechless as he began to walk towards me, panic the next. Glancing behind me, I desperately hoped that he was looking at someone else, that I was imagining the whole thing and had somehow misread his stare. No such luck.
I forced my eyes to meet his own, if for no other reason than to keep them off of the rest of his naked body, as he came to a stop in front of me.
And, unfortunately, I wasn't disappointed. Up close, he was even more devastatingly handsome than from far away. He had these amazing impossibly deep green eyes, a shade I had never had the pleasure of seeing before. And, right now, unfortunately, they seemed to hold some odd control over my voice box, leaving me speechless as I opened my mouth and nothing came out.
For a second, the only thing I could hear was the pounding of my heart beating a million miles per second in my chest. He had to hear it too, to see the perspiration gathering on my brow from the horrible cocktail of excitement and fear seeing him up this close and naked was triggering.
I vaguely registered the eyes of everyone else in the cafeteria on the two of us as well.
Why was he doing this? What did he want from me? I was just the new girl, the unassuming brunette that made it a point to sit in the back of the class and take notes like a good student. I kept my mouth shut, did all my homework, and made it a point to return my library books on time. I was a good girl, in every possible way. And he was a bad boy. Very bad.
"Your name, what's your name?"
My eyes widened to the size of saucers as I stared up at him, the question he'd asked only partially registering in my mind. No, my mind was already too wrapped up in savoring the sound of his voice that I'd just heard for the first time. It was deep and controlled, in a way that made me think telling him my name was probably more of a demand than a request.
I prayed to god he wasn't close enough to see the drool that had to be running down my chin as I opened my mouth, attempting to provide him with some sort of answer. When nothing came out, I closed it, opened, and tried again. God, I probably looked like some sort of dim witted idiot, opening and closing my mouth like the question he'd asked was far beyond my comprehension.
"L-Iz. It's Liz. Liz Reethers."
Ah, and the awkward stutter seemed to be but the cherry on top of the cake.
Reed peered down at me, a look of satisfaction spreading across his face.
"Liz. And I suppose that's short for Elizabeth?"
I nodded furiously, grateful this question didn't require a verbal answer. Whatever he was doing here, I wanted to get it over with as soon as possible. My self control was dwindling, and the fact that he was so close was only making it worse. My eyes wanted to take a peek at the rest of his body, especially the part of him I knew I shouldn't even be thinking about. And, to top it off, everyone was staring, seeping up every bit of the drama that was taking place, clinging to each word as if their lives depended on it.
"Reed! What the fuck are you doing? Hurry your fucking ass up!" Glancing over his shoulder, Reed met the panicked gaze of Hayven MacaFee with a sharp one of his own. Dismissing his friend with a quick middle finger, Reed whipped his head back around, focusing his gaze on me.
"Well, Elizabeth Reethers, hopefully I'll see you around very soon. It's a small town, you know."
His words were laced with enough suggestions to make the blush spreading across my face achieve another shade of red. Taking a few steps backwards, he kept his eyes glued to mine before finally turning and following Hayven out of the cafeteria.
Exhaling sharply, I realized for the first time that I had been holding my breath. Oh my god. What had just happened? I could feel the eyes of every person in the cafeteria on me as I tried to appear as unassuming as possibly, turning my attention back to my sack lunch and taking a small bite of my peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
He hadn't been wrong about the town being small, with only a population of a few thousand or so, but I sure hoped he was wrong about the 'seeing you around' part. I didn't particularly care for the way my mind flat lined around him, while my heart went into overtime and my sweat glands kicked into high gear.
Rumor had it, though, that when Reed Sanders wanted something, he always got it. And, unfortunately, this was one of the few rumors I had heard about Reed that I was willing to bet was true.
A/N: So, please review and tell me what you guys think so far. This was just more of a fleeting idea, so I'd like to know if you all think it has any potential.
And just in case there's any confusion as to the events that transpired in this chapter, yes, Reed is streaking :)