There was something about this man that had tingly all over. There was something about his pale skin, dark hazel brown eyes, and jet black hair that fell over his eyes.

He was always silent, musing things that I just wish I could read his mind. I never heard him speak only about three times in the whole semester that we had classes together. He hardly stated his opinion, smiled, laughed, or even focused on anything at all. How could I tell? Simply because in our universities system when we turned in work online it showed who else from our class has also turned in work and his name never showed up.

Yet I always saw him there after class talking to the professors in a calm cool-like manner. It made me wonder what he was mentioning to the professor. His name? Well that was it I never knew his name until in one of our classes the professor asked him a question. What was the question? I don't remember but I do remember the sound of his voice. It held an undertone of uninterest. I always wondered why he never talked to anyone at all.

I always saw him walking alone with his black leather backpack on his shoulders and a striped gray and black sweater. I was infatuated with his young man so much that I once followed him towards the school's parking lot. Just too see him for a few more seconds. I couldn't get enough of him. He allured me in with his silence, his appearance, his lack of interest, and one day his laugh. I heard and saw him laugh with a girl from my class. One who happened to be a model of sorts. Of course, I didn't know really if she was a model I just don't like to be snooping around on other people's private lives.

All I knew was that that girl was beautiful; just as beautiful as him. She was just as pale as him and they basically shared the same name except hers had two more letters. She seemed nice just not my type of person. At least not the type of person I would hang out with. I am not spontaneous, beautiful, clever, funny, sexy, or anything in that category. Sooner than later I found out that he was also some sort of model or at least wanted to maybe be one. I also found out that he wanted to be a movie producer; the guy behind the scenes and yet the guy with a lot of power. It made me even more curious to know him, truly know him.

I know I was being ridiculous on just being fixated simply because of his demeanor. That day that I saw him with her I felt a pang in my chest. I had never seen him as happy as he was with her at that moment. They were both dressed so casually and both had skipped class that day. I closed my eyes for a few seconds hoping it was just some dream but when I opened them again they were still there. His face lighted up and laughing at something she had said. There she was smiling at him and talking animatedly. Her name is Victoria and as you've guessed by now his name is Victor. I won't mention last names there's no reason to get all personal but yes it made me furious. Furious that I would feel hurt at seeing them together when in reality him and I didn't share anything not even a friendship. He didn't even know I existed. Of course, I bet he just dismissed me as some sort of freak girl. Why? Because the first week of school I simply tapped him on his head and kept on walking. It was my way of saying hello and getting noticed at least for a few seconds. All I saw from the corner of my eyes was him turning around and looking at me with a strange expression. Then he casually went back to gathering his backpack with the rest of us

He spoke to me once and of course I ruined the conversation by sounding like a smart ass. I had never felt so stupid in my life.

He would never want me. I don't even know if he even attends the university. He probably does just as Victoria is still there. Another semester has passed and no sight or word of him. I sound pathetic do I not? I admit that I do. It's ridiculous even to me how I'm blabbering on about some boy that I barely even spoke three whole sentences too and I simply by his damn looks and this vibe that he gave off I was all for him. But moving on with the story….

I was never going to be prepared for what I found out later on in the summer about my leather boy. I was never going to be prepared and yet I was thrilled that it left me breathless and just itching to get my hands on him. Even if it was only to relieve some sexual frustration.

A/N: I know it's vague but I hope you like this story… There are some goodies on the way … and…. Nope never mind just read on oh and REVIEW! Please….. You know you want to…

~Themysteryofjade