So there's a new kid in the classroom and the other kids all stare as he comes and sits right next to me "Why's he sitting there?" He's not your average schoolboy he has the darkest stare that threatens all who see it thundering through his messed up hair. He glares at all the others as his choice they mock with glee the pretty ones all clucking as to why he would choose me. But here he sits, unmoving solid stone with stormy eyes while I control my longing for his hand upon my thigh. He really is quite dreamy in his own peculiar way so I'm scribbling in my notebook trying to find words to say. Now he's staring at my notebook I'm exposed, I want to die as he reads these words I'm writing and puts his hand upon my thigh!!!