Damned Temptation- Chapter One

It wasn't easy everyday. It was not like he would notice me. I am invisible. Look at my clothes, gosh, could it get any worse? So I stared at him in the shadows of people, hoping he wouldn't catch the stare. Here I am, at the back of the classroom, studying his hair. Every contours, every hairline I had studied till I could draw it out. During Mondays, the ends of his hair would slightly curled up, probably from the bad position after a long night of fucking…Shit; I am so not going there after crying.

He was too perfect, his face sculpture too beautiful, but there was this masculine edge I can't help but notice. You may be wondering where he was sitting right now. He always sat at the third middle row, where 'his girls' would fight and pull at each other hair to determine who's going to sit beside him for that day. Well, I do have photographic memory. Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays, Thursdays, Fridays, in respective order, would be Rebecca, Katherine, Marcie, Jen, and Christine. Fuck-oh no, I shouldn't speak profanities! – Those girls, I am no match to them.

I was in this real baggy shirt, though you could still see the outline of my bra, it covered most 'vital parts'. I was shook out of my daydream when I heard his laughter. I always love his voice, deep and throaty, sometimes an edge huskier, but sexy nonetheless. Had I ever describe to you his body structure? Cause he looked so hot in that tight white shirt he was wearing now.

It totally showed off his muscled body and 6'4 frame, perfect. His hair was soft and silky; a total temptation to just let my hands skimmed through it. I watched closely as the light hit on his gorgeous hair and reflected, shiny as ever. I never know why, but he had this kind of look in his eyes that would sort of absorb you and never let go. Okay, how I know how his eyes look when he couldn't be possibly looking at me right? Let me just explain.

It was probably six weeks ago, when I caught his eyes, and thought he was literally looking at me, but I got this natural instinct to just look behind and see who he really was looking at. I turned and all I saw was this girl wearing an ultra short skirt and was bending down to tie her shoelaces, practically presenting her ass for him to see.

I had a sad life, I mean; here I am counting the number of times his hands crept up to Marcie skirt, and I bet she was not wearing any underwear. I muttered sulkily, " The twelfth time he touched her thigh." I bend my head, hating the thought.

But I am contended. I can stare at him all day long, though the urge for him to notice me was strong, I could held it. He moved his head sideways and smiled at Jen, showing off his pearly-white teeth. I smiled inwardly, glad that he was happy, at least when he was with those girls.

Watching him from afar was hard, making me a stalker. But don't get me wrong; I am an expert at it. But I didn't try to stalk anymore, not when I walked in on he and some anonymous at the back of the school shagging like wild bunnies. But of course, they didn't notice me.

I like his name too, Adrian Ivashkov. He came from an old prestigious family, with companies of Ivashkov Industries that basically sell anything you can imagined. He was well off, I could tell just by those Armani jeans he was wearing now, cladding his long legs nicely.

Today was the last day I am going to see him till the end of summer break. I was so upset by this that I barely ate. I couldn't take the excitement, the laughter, the cheers and what joy in that long holiday when without him?

I slowly walked home, hating every second. Relishing at the memory of him running across the field, my heart had almost thumped out of my body. I walked past Marcie's house, and then stopped for a second before running to the nearest wall to hide. Adrian is coming here. I can hear his voice. Followed by a chorus of high shrieks and voices, just as I suspected, his own 'harem' was here too.

By the moans I have heard and that too familiar throaty laughter, they were teasing each other with their bodies.

But I was caught. That stupid dog that Marcie had was barking at me furiously. I mean, look at those razor-teeth! I thought hours had passed, my heart pumping wildly, but thank god it was only Marcie approaching.

" What the fucks are you doing here?" Her hands were on her hips, her eyes wide. I cleared my throat before speaking. " Going home?"

She smirked and walked off. I was still too stunned to move by her no come-backs remarks but I heard her rude comments about me to Adrian.

I jerked when I heard his voice replying back at Marcie.

" So you mean that ugly freak always sitting at the back was there? Jeez, lets get in, babe."

I barely heard anything after that. You just won't feel anything except hurt when you heard the guy you had a crush on for six years was calling you an ugly freak.

I didn't know how I manage to come back home, but I did then. Trudging on the stairs, I wiped off the tears. This time round, I am so not going to bite my tongue and do nothing.

Author's Confessions:

Let me just say, this is the first time i am writing a vulnerable Rose. I got this idea while listening to Break My heart by Taio Cruz and I Just Have Sex by Akon. It was a last minute work, but i do hope you will like it. School has started and the weather here in Singapore has dropped by 3 degrees Celcius, and trust me, when you're in Singapore, three degrees practically means a lot. I stopped updating my other stories for a while as i am studying for the G.C.E O levels and Cambridge examination slips. I partically loved Quotealicious Twitter, so here's one:

I missed you like the sun miss the flower in the depths of winter. It's simple, but sounds perfect.

Lydia M.