Weeks passed. Michael had taken to avoiding Liz. Every time he saw her, he thought of Idrill. She was burned into his brain. He would wake up in the middle of the night, panting and sweating. He had dreams about her. About her skin, her hair, her smell. About kissing her. About kissing her so passionately, her knees went weak and she lost all control. He imagined peeling her clothes off her body, only to have her do the same to him. He imagines looking into her eyes as he lay on top of her and entered her, their sweat slicked bodies sticking together in their haste. And then he dreamed about her holding hands with Max, and being his. He couldn't stand that thought.
He had visions of her during the day also. He would be sitting in class, and suddenly, she would be there. She was always doing something completely normal. Sometimes, she would be sitting on the teacher's desk, one of her slender legs brought up so her head could rest on her knee. Once, she sat on his desk. And once, she fawned over Max. God, how he had hated that. He didn't speak to Max for the rest of the day.
One day, a few weeks or so after she left, he saw her again. He didn't think anything of it, he was used to these visions now. But still, he couldn't help his eyes from skimming over her. She was in her human form, the first time for a vision. She was tinier then he remembered. She was wearing light grey skinny jeans and a dark red tank top, with red flats that matched. Her blond hair had been shortened, so her hair now framed her face in a choppy cut. All in all, she was his perfect girl. The expensive looking headphones around her neck didn't help. He planned on walking right by her, but misjudged the distance. He jostled her, accidently knocking into her shoulder. Her books went flying. Everything but her went fuzzy as he starred at her, dumbfounded. She was real this time.
"Watch where you're going, dipshit." She glared up at him, her eyes sparkling with real anger and frustration. Michael couldn't stand it. He grabbed her books from off the floor, and grabbed her arm. He pulled her into a deserted hallway as the bell rang. He shoved her up against a locker, staring at her. "How are you here? How are you…solid?" he asks, looking at her. She tilted her head in confusion, her eyes narrowing. Her eyes shot open to saucers, as she understood. She sighed and explained, "On my world, there is one person for each person. I mean, your equivalent of a "soul mate." There is a one and only person. Now let me ask, have you been seeing me? I do whatever your doing, but I'm not actually there, right?" Michael nodded, dumbfounded. "It means that we're…connected. Like that. I will probably start seeing you soon. It's not really a big…"She was cut off as Michael grabbed her face her his hand and kissed her.
Idrill froze again. His mouth was moving tauntingly mover hers, seducing her with his honey tasting lips. But she couldn't…could she? She had been taught as a young girl that humans were dangerous. She knew he wasn't technically human, but he still thought like one, right? And that was the dangerous part. She decided to stop thinking for once and just go with it. Her small hands settled on his hips as his large hands released her face to press against the lockers behind her, forcing her body against them. He stepped closer to her, his chest against her breasts as their tongues wrestled for dominance. Idrill pulled away to catch a breath, and Michael started downward, nipping and kissing the delicate flesh of her neck. His tongue lightly flicked her earlobe, but her knees jerked up, planting him right in her center again. He chuckled, happy to find that. Idrill rolled her eyes behind her lids and forced his head back up so that she could play. She lightly bit a path from his jaw down to his collarbone, soothing each bite with a sweep of her tongue. She lightly nipped at his collarbone, making his entire body shake with pleasure and his hands clench into fists as he buried his face into her soft neck.
Michael grabbed her head, and forced her head down to look at him. She had changed again. Back into her normal, green self. Somehow, Michael found her just as irresistible. Her pale lips were swollen and bruised for his harsh kisses, and her wide green eyes started blankly at him as she panted. He breath slowed down as she started at him. Michael leaned in to kiss her again, when she gasped with pain. Michael stopped and looked at her. Her face was contorted with pain, and veins stood out prominently on her neck. He followed her clenched muscles down her arms to see that her hands and wrists had become encased with metal, the same metal as the lockers. She stopped straining, and sighed. Michel stared.
Idrill had become transparent, like in his visions. Michael watched as she melted into the lockers, disappearing like a ghost. Michael whipped his head around, trying to find her, his eyes frantically searching. Some tapped him softly on the back and he whipped around, hands up in the air. "Max?" Michael was surprised. Max had BioChem this period. Why wasn't he in class? "We have a problem."