I nearly went into cardiac arrest when I saw him.
I was next to my truck when I caught a glimpse. Oh, I never told you about my truck. It's a rust red '55 Chevy Pickup bought from a friend of Charlie's, Billy. Charlie bought it for me as a present.
I guess it was unimportant then.
He was positively alluring. His silhouette against the outer walls of the school was divine. Due to my being in the cynosure center of attention, I was unable to get a better look at him until Biology. He looked wonderful- the dark circles under his eyes didn't disfigure him- they merely highlighted his features. But something about him was different... His eyes had changed color. They were black. They are now gold. Like buttered melted topaz covered in honey. I sought to surmount my worry that he would reject me and leave me no answers. It took the longest time for me to ask.
"Your eyes..." I whispered.
"What about them?" His eyes refused to meet mine. His voice flowed like melted velvet honey. I was dazzled. There was the slightest hint of what sounded like amusement in his voice.
"Did you get contacts?" My voice refused to raise above a whisper.
"No. Of course not. Why do you ask that?" His voice was still amused. There was a slight crooked smile on his perfect lips.
"Because your eyes are a different color."
The amusement left his face. He refused to speak.
The silence broke my heart and goaded me into suspicion.