The Life You Ruined

chapter 1

...the time when I entered my class...my eyes started searching for him.... I was really keen to be with him.. . I just kept staring at him...

his beautiful blue eyes stared at me...his hair was combed perfectly...it was a carefully planned disarray..and his jacket... .mention not.. it was completely perfect....it was tailored perfectly....dark black coat.. it was complementing him...and shows that he was wearing it effortlessly...and the jeans that he wore...stood low on his hips.....His dark blue jeans rested low on his hips, and a hint of skin was showing right where his tight shirt and jeans met. The muscles he had were straining against his shirt, and his cheekbones, very defined in his masculine face, were slightly red...... His full red lips only accented his perfectly proportioned facial features......I walked past him to my cluttered mound of paperwork on my desk.... It was my senior year, and I had tons of homework, not to mention college applications.....I drew out the rickety swivel chair, it making a soft squeak in submission..... I plopped down on it, sighing in exhaustion..... Every move I made was amplified here in our former attic, right down to the deep, relaxed breaths I was taking..... I was bundled up in a warm woolen jacket, shivering still from the cold temperatures.... When I breathed out, a little white cloud flew out of my mouth, reaching to the heavens, vanishing after only a mere second..... Up here, it was as cold as the Arctic. ...Ice crystals crept slowly up the leg of my desk, and my drink I had brought up here a day ago was completely frozen.... I turned on my small mini-heater, basking in the meager warmth, wishing for more of that heavenly goodness. ....It embraced me, dancing along my face, tickling my nose.... I peered past my desk to him, then quickly looked away..... My head tilted as if I had committed some sort of crime. .....In a way, for me, it was. For he wasn't real..... Every laugh I saw him make was frozen on a page..... I could hear his sweet, soothing voice, but only from a CD or the computer..... Every smile he gave was to an audience, a mob of ferocious teenage fans..... The whispers that normally swirl around a popular figure weren't in existence, everyone awed by his perfection. .....Really, he defines perfection. ....His name was Dex, and he was the most popular guy in America..... I contemplated tearing down the shiny poster so I could actually work..... He was distract- ing me, tearing me like a Band-Aid from my goal. ....He taunted me, whispering sweet nothings to my unwilling ears, trying to enchant me. ....Well, I was NOT going to fall for him again......