"You have pretty eyes…", I said as I gazed into those perfect cerulean orbs. She looked at me shyly. Her perfect cinnamon hair bouncing forth as she did. "U-um thanks… got latex surgery.." I didn't quite catch what she said on account of being so fixated on those lips. Those lips. Those perfect, plump lips. I wanted to capture them. I wanted to invade her mouth with my own. How could I be fascinated with such a small town girl? Especially after Julia. Julia. I sighed as the scrumptious looking girl walked away. How could such an innocent figure force upon thoughts of doing such unholy things to it? I smirked and Walked away.

Clare's P.o.v

He called me pretty.. Well my eyes anyway. I wonder where that came from..? I know I'm not ugly, but after K.C. dumped me for that broad in a mini skirt, my confidence has completely depleted. I sighed to myself I went home for the day.

As I pulled on my pajamas and walked to my bed, I thought about that boy. That boy. I smiled as I went to sleep.

"Oh Clare, you're beautiful." , the dark haired, green eyed, masculine figure cooed as he captured my lips with his owned. I tried to protest but the only sound the came out was a moan. I sighed and melted in to the kiss. His arms snaking up my back and grabbing my hair forcefully. We panted rhythmically in perfect unison. "E-eli.." I breathed as he recaptured my lips again.

I jolted up in bed discovering my flushed face in the mirror. "Eli?" I asked myself. I touched my lips and laid back down. I tried and tried again to get my dream back. To feel his perfect mouth on mine. But just couldn't recreate the moment of pure ecstasy.

Eli's P.o.v

I pulled up to the school in Morty, and stepped out. I walked through the parking lot earning looks from strange girls. The girls at this school aren't too hard to look at. But they are no where near as beautiful as the girl I saw yesterday. As if on cue, a head of bouncy curls was coming through a row of cars.

She stopped looked at me, and blushed.

Awww

I stopped and simply gawked at her.

Clare's P.o.v

As he stared at me I stared back.

"E-eli?"

"Hmm? You know my name?"

I wasn't about to tell him about the wet dream I had last night about a guy I barely know, so I decided simply on trying to be alluring. Oh God.

"I do my research" I speak confidently.

"Smart girl. Smart enough to allow me the pleasure of knowing your name?"

"Clare. Clare Edwards"

Without warrant he grabbed my hand and kissed it gently while at the same time nipping on my skin.

I blushed. Hard. My face was flushed, I just know, And I stammered like an idiot.

"Why miss Edwards, surely a girl like you would be familiar with my greeting habits."

His words came out as a groan. Almost Animalistic. I could've fainted at the alluring tone in his voice.

"I-I have to go!"

I sped off without a moment's notice and didn't look back.

Eli's P.o.v

I smirked. It's a good thing she ran off. I'm afraid of what I might've done to her if she had stayed.

I reached my first period English-Lit. class.

I decided to take a seat behind a curly haired brunette. The teacher passed out of few Course Guide papers.

"Take one and pass it back." She said.

I groaned both from boredom and her horribly high-pitched, nasaly voice.

I leaned my head forward. The brunette in front of me turned around at the exact same moment and BOOM. Our lips collided.

Clare. Oh yes. It was her.

It was only mere seconds before she quickly pulled back, but not quick enough since I had time to gently lick her lower lip.

I smirked. She look horrified.

"I'm sorry!"

"I'm not" as said smirking and licking my lips.

Whoa. I'm not usually like this. I couldn't even bring my self to think about girls after Julie died. So tell me why I just took advantages of an embarrassing coincidence like this?