The Girl In Front Of Me
By: Koorime-Kitsunelover
Told in Male's Point Of View I would like to thank, my sister, Gaki-sama, for helping me with this story.
She walked silently in front of me. No echo of her foot steps, no sound from her clothing as it brushed together, perfectly, yet eerily silent. Her dark jean pants, clung to her hips and thighs, loosening as they past her knees, only to pool at the top of her sneakers.
The green top she wore left no room to wonder who very curveous, she was. The neck line stopped at her collar bone; so in some ways the shirt did leave room for my mind to wonder. I could see this great detail, for I was only a few paces behind her and to the right.
My eyes trailed down to her legs again. I noticed the way she walked. One foot in front of the other, it mad her hips rock gently, from side to side. Though most girls faked this walk, I could clearly see that this was natural for her.
I winced as my knuckles brushed against the brick of the building; glancing down I noticed my skin start to swell and blood trickle down my forefinger and thumb. Again I looked over her silent frame; I felt like a predator stalking it's prey; she had a gray bound book clenched in her right hand; long slender fingers holding it protectively; swinging it very subtly, a briefcase and lunch bag grasp in her left hand.
Her long black hair swayed softly against her shoulder blades. Tight ringlets bounced joyfully around her shoulders caressing her neck much like I wished I could do.
She placed the book under her left arm, bracing it between her upper arm and chest, as she turned to her right, to a glass door set in the brick building leading inside, she used her now free right hand and opened the door. As she stepped inside I sped up my steps to grab the frame of the door as it starts to close behind her, placing my foot over the threshold I walked in, my eyes immediately seeking her quiet form.
She was crouched down next to a floor locker, already spinning the lock open. I heard it open with a soft click.
I glanced around. Were we the only ones in the hall? Shaking my head I turned to my own locker and turned the combination, but my eyes turned back to her kneeling form.
She had now placed a brown book bag beside her, along with her briefcase; she put the gray book and lunch bag into the locker while pulling out two text books.
She then puts the books in her bag and sighs. I wonder if something is bothering her, as she pulls the bag onto her back and closes the locker door. I turn back to mine only to find I have already gotten my things and shut the door.
Now when had I done that? Was I really that intent on watching her? Turning back to her, I notice that she was standing, her bag slung over her back and her briefcase in her right hand.
She puts the lock back on and turns away walking to her next class. My next class. She and I have all but two classes together. Lucky for me; but I doubt she notices, for which I'm oddly glad.
The shame I would feel, I can only imagine, what it would bring, if she knew how I watched her, how I thought of her. How I had come to realize and recognize her as, my obsession.
Anyone who knows who that is"thinking" gets to decided, if I continue it or not. Polls close on October 7th. Though you are all welcome to continue guessing afterword
1) I will continue it
2) Leave it as a One-Shot