Some take a piece from the Pie od common Sense but it looks like this guy just got crumbs .
l stared at the vandalism that was crudely written on the wall behind my school. A rough sketch of a guy's
face was beside the text , with the name CARL written under it. l kept reading.
Just chuck it in the fuck bucket and move on. Simple.
Excellent life advise. Now , if l could just by a bucket, then l'd be set.
The sun was almost back in its bed , like a mother who had a long work day. The moon , like a child who wanted to sneak out and play , peeked out from behind the clouds.
l wasn't planning on hiking up the trail today so l was wearing my maxi dress. l only had two of these in my closet , and getting one ripped up wasn't the best idea. Lifting my long dark brown hair of my neck , l let the cool breeze touch my skin , then l trudged my away to that lovely spot l found behind the school grounds.
It was a small clearing surrounded by tall majestic trees that seemed to lean close to it like soldiers , protecting it from passers-by such as myself. Patches of grass and a sprinkling of flowers decorated its grounds , bringing with it the fresh smell of earth. And blessed , blessed beach.
No one knew about the spot as far as l was concerned. l had been going here for a few months and l hadn't seen a soul.
l dropped my bag , smilling as l unceremoniouly plopped on the ground , took a deep breath and stretched my arms up. Bending my legs close to my chest , l rested my cheek on my knees , content.
" Don't move. "
The voice , so quiet and commanding , had my eyes opening wide in alarm.
A guy crouched a few feet away from where l was sitting , sketching on a notepad almost furiously and impatiently.
" l said , don't move. "
l froze.
His eyes , so , so blue , concertrated on my face , as if memorizing each of my features.
A lock of dark hair fell over his eye , and he impatiently brushed it away.
l had no idea why l didn't move , except that is gaze , so intense , so focused on my face held me immobile.
It made me blush . No one had ever looked at me that way before.
The scratchy sound of charcoal on paper comforted me , as it always did.
l studied him as he studied me . He kept his solitude close to his side , like a shield , or a sword. There was an aloofness to him , but it only made me curious instead of keeping me away.
He was absurdly handsome. His face was angelic , with sharp cheekbones , strong nose and unforgiving mouth. l wanted to see it up close , wondering if l was dreaming.
It wouldn't be the first time. My imagination had no bounds.
After a few moments , he carefully laid his notepad and charcoal on the ground , rolled his shoulders. Closing his eyes , he laced his fingers together and stretched his arms above his head , moving his neck from side to side.
There was an animalistic grace in the way he moved that held me entranced.
When he opened his eyes , l was struck again by how blue his eyes were.
"Thank you, " he whispered. His voice was deep and smooth , like warm cream poured over black coffee.
And then he turned his back and walked away.
