He walked past me without glancing at my direction, a gang of girls following and whispering behind him, and why not he was the cutest guy in our school. With that tall body structure, those well made hair, just like David Beckham and those long fingers any girl would fall for him. And here I was sitting with my friends staring at him, what was I expecting him looking at me? Why would he look at a plum girl, who shook whenever he came in front of her eyes. Feeling pathetic about myself like every other day, I rushed to the wash room, I looked myself at the mirror, with a round pale face and hair that touched my neck, I was an average looking girl, under confident by the flab that hung from different places.
Sighing I washed my face and started walking towards my class. This was the last year for us and after that we would enter the real big world, facing worse challenges than now which are who is the hottest looking girl in school. I was relieved to leave this mess and go into the real world. I wasn't the most popular girl in school but my relations with everybody were neutral. I had three good friends and the rest were people we just hung out but not share our secrets with.
As I was walking I thought of taking a de-tour as it was our PT period and I wasn't feeling like running today. I walked towards the so-called dark corridor of our school. One reason it was called this was because these classes were only used for school functions and second because they were store rooms. Every school has that creepy place, but what was interesting about this place was that all the couples in our school came here to make-out. I came here once when I was dating a douche-bag who found it cool to beat animals and bully people which was one of the reason I dumped him. He was furious and shuddered at the thought of what he tried to do to me, when I wasn't ready, I realized coming here was a mistake, when suddenly I felt someone following me.
I stopped beads of sweat on my forehead thinking it maybe a teacher or even worse the douche-bag, but when I turned around I got the shock of a lifetime. Standing a few feet away from me was him.
His hair were messed up probably from playing, he was a football player. He was standing there casually, looking at me curiously. My heartbeat was having a car race and I could hear it in my ears. My cheeks were red and I was standing mesmerised by his charm.
We never talked, he hardly saw me, we were in the same class, he sat at the last bench and I sat to the adjacent row, two seats before him. He never looked at me, but today he was standing in front of me smiling.
"Hey" he said
I went weak in the knees, but I had to stay strong I didn't like people to perceive me as frail or sensitive. Lifting my head up I replied a small hey.
"What are you doing here all alone?" he asked
I hesitated and replied, "not much of the PT period person, you can see that from my strength." And gave an awkward laugh.
Suddenly I realized he was actually looking at me, his eyes trailing to every inch of my body, and I started feeling conscious. Suddenly he moved a little closer in my direction, the corridor was deserted with no light except the the sunlight coming from the windows. As he was moving closer I started moving backwards, naturally, and didn't realize that I was walking towards the wall. He kept moving when I bumped on the surface of a wall, and realized that my back was against the it. He came and stood in front of me his eyes fixed on mine.
"What did you mean by that?" he asked me again, his face serious and his eyes still fixed on mine.
I was sweating and a hot heat was radiating from my body, he was not far away, his body inches away from mine and all I was chanting was 'be confident', 'be confident'.
"Nothing, I meant it as a joke on myself, you probably wouldn't get it."
It came out a little rude than I had expected, I thought he will make a joke himself turn and walk away but instead he came closer, his body now touching mine.
"You have always been so conscious about you Samaira," he said his voice almost a whisper.
My eyes were wide with shock, he knew my name? Before I could ask him he replied as if reading my mind, "What you thought I don't know your name, we have been in the same class for over five years." he said
It was true we were in the same class, he joined, Mant high School five years ago and instantly got popular as kids found him intense which was true, he had something in him, besides the look that made him look so hot it could melt a frozen cake.
And as if reading my mind again, he gave me that cute smile that could make one faint any moment.
Gathering all the strength that was left I realized that this was after five years he has actually talked or even looked at me. Meeting his eyes I said, "well thank god after five years you at least know my name."
He looked at me amused and said, "well if you wanted to talk, you could have approached me yourself. I was too busy dodging this whole herd of sheep following me everywhere."
I could feel my breath leaving my body, what was happening, why was he suddenly getting so errr intimate and before I could ask him that both his hands went up the side of my face, against the wall and he came more closer, our body touching lightly our face inches away.
"You must be thinking, what is he doing and after five years what has come onto his mind."
I gave a slight nod, he smiled and said, "I have seen you looking at me, not the way those girls look, a different way, you want something I can see it, I can feel your hot breath now, I know what it means When you started dating that idiot, I backed out and after you broke up I never really got the chance. You make me want to come out for you. Your eyes have a need." his voice was a soft whisper against my ear and listening to this made me give an urgent urge to grab and kiss him, which I resisted and which gave away to a soft moan from my lips. As soon as the the voice left my throat he bit my ear, making me moan a little louder. I could feel his hot and urgent breath against my cheeks. He faced me then, his eyes a different colour and I swear I saw fire in them which intimidated me so much that I froze. With a full face smile he said, "how I wanted you and how I want you right now, but this is not the appropriate place to do so."
I kept numb, my eyes showing an urgency, my body craving for his touch, one thing I knew about myself I was never confident, never ever, but that moment as if the goddess of confidence was floating in the air I did something that will remain in my head forever. I opened my clenched fists, held his face between my hands and kissed him, very gentle which lasted seconds, and I could feel him replying a bit, but thinking he wasn't ready I moved back when suddenly his hands held my face and the kiss got urgent, he banged my back against the wall and kissed me deeply, my hands went into his hair and he kissed me more. Not having any experience I felt I needed not to show him that and hence opened my mouth, the moment I opened it his hot wet tongue was welcomed into my mouth. This was by far the best thing that has ever happened to me, all the bad memories were fading and this new exciting memory was making it's place.
His hands went to my wide waist while I got hold of his hair tightly and a moan escaped my throat. It was as if this moan gave him encouragements and his lips went from my mouth to my neck. He flew soft kisses down my neck, I moaned a little more, this new sensation was making me crazy and I was breathing heavily. He opened the first two buttons of my shirt and looked at them. His lustrous eyes were all around me, which again made me moan, he looked into my eyes and attacked me as if I was the last thing on the planet. He kissed my my neck and went down where the two buttons were opened and started kissing me there. This is when I could not control the voice in my throat and a very loud moan left my lips, he groaned and opened all the buttons of my shirt. He pressed my breasts and kissed them above the clothes I was still wearing, I held his hair and pushed him towards my bosom, he kissed me wildly and I moaned like crazy, I pulled his head upwards and embraced him in a wild kiss, my hands on his chest and his hands travelling my body, we were so engrossed and didn't realize the time when the bell started ringing and in any moment somebody will come here, we parted and while I closed my shirt, he composed himself, his eyes never leaving mine.
After I was done, he gave me a last deep kiss and whispered, "many more to come." I blushed and we walked away towards the classroom, me thinking this was a new beginning, only it wasn't.
Because life is not a fairy tale, it is a dark corridor just like the one Samaira was walking in, the only difference is that we don't find hot guys in them, we find creatures that tear you apart and leave you wanting nothing out of anybody.
This story is a fantasy we all wish for but never get.