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he walked into the room, feeling the eyes on him. he always felt the eyes on him. and, in truth, he couldn't fault his admirers. because he was perfection. muscled leanly, he stood at just under six feet. and despite the fact that his eyes were violet, that his features were simultaneously noble and refined, despite the fact that every girl wanted him, and every guy wanted to be him, he sometimes, most of the time, wished that his six feet went underground. he wished that he were dead.
it wasn't as though he'd had a tortured childhood, and it had nothing to do with the fact that he had no friends. because this aspect of him was self-imposed.
not out of snobbery, but out of a sense of- of, what? duty? to himself? he saw himself as important, and, as cordial and polite as he was, he trusted no one with anything with which they could harm.
him.
because, as tough as he might have seemed, he was actually quite vulnerable.
anyway, he felt the eyes. admiring eyes, lustful eyes and-what? a gaze which he'd never felt before, and for which he hadn't a name. all this deduction, and he hadn't yet met her eyes. oh, he was certain it was a her. he wasn't sure how, but he did. years of practise had trained him well in the art of discerning without eye contact. it's not as though he was shy, no, quite the contrary. his gaze was as sharp as glass, as cutting as steel, and as cold as ice. so it was actually nice of him to avoid anyone's- and everyone's- eyes. but he kept feeling... eyes.
one ravenous pair of eyes on him. a pair which stood out from all the rest.
it got him thinking...
he had never wanted to come to the assembly, had thought it juvenile and had almost skipped. but as wonderful and attractive as he was, he did have requirements. for graduation. which was in less than a month. so he'd gone.
and here he was.
wondering to whom the eyes belonged...
she sat in the last seat, in the very corner of the room. away from prying eyes. or, in the perfect place to allow her eyes to do some prying of their own. although, she noticed, she wasn't exactly hidden as of now, before the senior seminar began. boys of 20 and men of 30 alike looked her way, dying for a glimpse of what they found forbidden, scary, beautiful. because she was one of those girls.
the ones with fire in their eyes and electricity in their hair. the ones that weren't pretty per se, or even beautiful, but most certainly striking. most certainly frightening. and in that, so magnetic. she was feeling rather despondant just now over the fact that he hadn't ever succumbed to her charms, if they could be called that. he... him... HIM...
go on..