DELICACIES 2/19/08-2/21/08

There he sat—that flawless god of mesmerizing incarnate beauty—at the lunch room table, beckoning to me with his curling index finger. I stared at him, unsure of whether he was calling me or someone else. Surely it had to be someone else. I turned around, but only the cafeteria ladies were behind me. I was holding my full food tray, standing like a major idiot in the middle of my high school's cafeteria. My friend Jen whispered to me through the side of her mouth, "I think he's calling you."

"Me?" I squeaked. "That's impossible! What would he want to talk to me for?"

"I don't know. Go over to him an d find out. Then tell me everything!"

"But he can't possibly be calling me." I whispered back, still watching him hesitantly. Jen was doing the same, holding her tray in her pae hands. Finally he stood up and cupped his perfect hands around his perfect mouth. "Hey, hey Sophia, come over here fr a moment, won't ya." He flashed his flawless smile and continues standing, looking at me with his stormy gray eyes, one perfect eyebrow arched questioningly at me.

"See, it's you he wants," whispered Jen at my side.

"Me," I squeaked again.

"Yeah you." She answered, exasperated. "There's only one Sophia in this school-YOU. Now go over there and see what he wants. Maybe he wants to hang out or something," she tacked on at the end.

I looked over at her, my mouth turned down. "Yeah right," I snorted. "Hang out with me! Huh! What a joke. That'll be the day."

"Just go over there. He's waiting."

I gave Jen one last look and made my way over to his table. The whole lunch room had gotten quiet when the god of beauty stood up and called me over to him. They all watched me stumble over to his table, my face bright red and hot. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the captain of the cheerleading team glaring at me.

"If looks could kill," I thought, "I'd have dropped dead right here in the middle of the cafeteria floor, twitching in fierce agony…at least his face would be the last image I'd see," I continued on mentally, somewhat happier at this thought.

I pulled back the chair across from him and sat down, plopping my tray down on the table. I stared down at my food, nibbling uncomfortably at my fries.

"So, Sophia, what's up?" the god asked.

"Um, nothing much," I mumbled, feeling my face getting hotter.

"Hey, I'm not going to bite your head off, you know. You can look up at me." I heard the smile in his voice and began blushing even more wildly. I raised my head bashfully and looked into his dark gray eyes. From my periphery, I saw some of his friends smiling.

"Probably laughing at my social idiocy," I wondered miserably to myself.

"Hey, I was wondering if you wanted to come over to my house. I'm going to have a small party with some friends. We never really get to talk a lot at school, so I was wondering if you'd like to come. It's tonight. Sorry for the late notice." He flashed his perfect smile and my mind became a tangled maze of unconnected thoughts.

"Uh, yeah, uh I'd love to go. Um, thanks for the invite." I stammered out, almost positive I was dreaming. The lunch bell rang just then and he pushed back his chair and stood up.

"I'll see ya tonight then. I'll be picking you up at your house at five, okay? Be ready." He winked, then waked out of the cafeteria in his perfect gait. Jen came over to me then. "What's he want?" she questioned excitedly.

"He's invited me to his party tonight, and he's picking me up at my house." I spoke almost as if in a hypnotic gaze.'

"He what?" screamed Jen, her voice echoing off the walls loudly in the almost-empty cafeteria.

"Yeah, I know, I don't believe it either." I said, confusion seeping its black ink through my mind. well, let's get to class," I finally spoke, getting up dazedly from my chair. Jen and I threw out our trays and walked to our sixth period class.

"Less than three hours to go before ends," I sighed to myself.

Every five minutes I looked up at the clock. Its white face stared mockingly at me, its minute hand seeming to crawl a femtoinch an hour. I sighed continuously, drumming my fingers impatiently on my desk. Finally, the final bell rang. I grabbed my books for the weekend, shoving them hard into my backpack. Whirling around, slammed my locker door and made my way down the hall with Jen.

"What are you going to wear?' she asked casually.

"I-I don't know," I stammered, beginning to go into another panic. I saw the god at the end of the hall.

"Maybe you should ask him if it's casual or formal dress. You know, to get an idea of what everyone else'll be wearing." I nodded and made my way to him.

"Hey," I squeaked. He turned around from his locker and friends to face me.

"Hey, Soph," he winked, flashing a perfect smile.

"Uh, I was wondering," I gulped, "is your party formal or casual?' I was quite proud of myself for getting out a full sentence.

"Oh, uh, it's casual," he answered, still smiling. "Just wear something comfortable. Jeans and a nice shirt, actually, should be all right."

"Oh, ok, uh, thanks," I stammered back weakly. "I'll see ya then."

"Yep, at five. I'll be waiting for you." He then winked and turned back to face his locker. I headed back to Jen,, who stood leaning against a locker.

"Casual," I informed, then turned to walk outside. In my car, I glanced into the rearview mirror. My face was flushed, beads of salty sweat decorating my forehead. I wiped the sweat with the back of my hand and willed myself to calm down. After a few moments stalked by, I started up my car and drove home. As soon as I got home, I ran up the stairs to my room and threw my backpack in a corner. Pulling back the doors of my closet, I grabbed my new pair of jeans and the fanciest shirt I had—a deep red, V-necked shirt with a black ribbon wrapping around the middle of the front, and tied in the back. I snatched my black flat shoes with a small silver bow in the front of it, and ran into the shower. I had about an hour and a half to get ready. I stepped into the shower, reveling in the hot water that unknotted the tense muscles of my neck and back. I sighed in contentment, my stress easing up a bit. All too soon, the hot water ran out and I had to get out of the shower. I dried quickly, and dressed carefully. After blow-drying my hair, I curled it, trying to achieve a simple, yet sophisticated, look. I applied my make-up, wishing that I could look like one of the cheerleader beauty queens at school.

I screamed silently in misery and gave up. The grandfather clock in the hall chimed five times. A few seconds later, the doorbell rang. I ran down the stairs, jumping over the last two. When I got to the door, I was slightly out of breath. Willing myself to calm dow, I opened the door as gracefully as I could.

"Hey Sophia," the god smiled.

"Hi," I answered slightly shrilly, taking in his appearance. Tall and painfully handsome, he was wearing an red oxford-collared shirt, with the top three buttons unbuttoned, revealing his puissant chest muscles. His plain light blue jeans were an expensive designer brand, as were his black dress shoes. He was breathtakingly stunning.

"You look nice," he complimented, seeming somewhat bashful.

"Impossible," I thought. "Why would he feel shy talking to me? He seemed to find it easy to flirt with the goddesses at school, and I certainly couldn't be counted among those ranks."

"Thanks." I said. "You look really nice." I complimented back, my heart racing and my palms sweating. As if that even began to describe how he looked.

"Are you ready?" he asked. I nodded. "Then let's go." He gently placed his hand in the middle of my back and closed the front door of my house behind us. He escorted me to his car, a shiny red sports one that could reach speeds of over two hundred MPH.

"Wow" I mouthed.

He laughed. "Yeah, she's a beauty."

He opened the passenger door for me and waited until I was sitting comfortably in the black leather seat before he closed the door. He walked around the front of it and got in. the car roared fiercely to life and we rocketed down the street.

"Do you mind if we listen to music?" he questioned. I shook my head no, and he popped a CD into the CD drive and blasted up the volume.

"Oh, I love this song," I exclaimed as I recognized it to be Three Days Grace's "Animal I Have Become.

"Really," he aksed, obviously surprised.

"Yeah, I love the group."

"That's pretty cool," he acknowledged. The he became really quiet. We stared talking after several minutes of silence had passed, traversing such topics as music, books, movies, politics, and, of course, school. I happened to glance at the clock finally and gasped. It was sever-thirty already.

"What's wrong," he asked, genuine concern lacing his velvet voice.

"I didn't realize the time, that's all," I mumbled, deeply embarrassed.

"Oh," he said, and then laughed. "Is there something wrong with the time?"

"No, I just didn't realize we had been driving for more than two and a half hours. I thought you were taking me to your house. Where are we going?" I demanded, starting to feel the pinpricks of panic begin stabbing through my chest.

"Oh, don't worry. I am. I just wanted to take you to a favorite spot of mine. It's just up the road a bit."

We quickly swerved to the right and drove up a dirt path barely wide enough for the car to fit through.

"Here we are," he announced, shitting off his engine. He climbed out of his car and walked around to open the passenger door. He helped me out gently and led me down the path. Beautiful moss-covered trees stood on either side of us, creating a small, cozy woods. Fallen tree trunks lay on the leaf-covered ground, ivy and soft moss creating a network of sophisticated curls around the stumps. Wild flowers shot up from the ground in random intervals,

"This place is beautiful," I whispered. Almost as beautiful as the god in front me. Almost.

"Yeah, this is my favorite place to go when I need to think or be alone or something. I love it here, it's so quiet and peaceful."

We walked a little ways, stopping at a small stream murmuring quietly away into the woods. Just then, the wind began picking up. Dark clouds passed overhead. Thunder screamed through the air, sounding like a huge tree cracking in half under strenuous force. Rain drops began dripping onto my upturned face. I looked at the god, who half-sat on the ground, supporting himself on his right fist. His eyes wore a strange look in them, as if he were lost somewhere between sanity and insanity. He looked alarmingly beautiful—and alarmingly dangerous. The wind played at his shirt, turning down the cloth to expose more of his perfectly chiseled chest. He looked absolutely startling. The wind picked up his scent and sent it over to me. Sweet and mild. His fragrance was tempting. His bare neck looked muscular, as if it were flawlessly chiseled out of white marble. The rain streamed down his face and neck, washing down his perfectly carved bare arms. He looked so tempting. I couldn't control myself any longer. I pounced, my deadly fangs elongating during my brief flight. I saw his eyes grow wide just before my dental daggers sunk themselves into his flesh. Warm, red liquid bubbled up from the twin punctures. Crimson rivers washed down the sides of my mouth as I became drunk on his blood. It tasted delicious, a blood-curdling delicacy. Sweet and mild, the way I liked it most.