He watches me over the edge of his spectacles, studying me intently with those crystal blue eyes. I confuse him, I know. I am an enigma to him and he is unable to figure me out. He hates that, hates it with a fiery passion. I love the fact that I am able to invoke such feelings in him. The same way he enjoys seeing the fire burn in my eyes.1
I stare back from across the room, not caring if he notices or not. His fingers are covered in ink, splattered by his note-taking and constant essays. It is the only thing about him that is out of place, messy. He is dressed immaculately in his crisp, starched uniform, not a single wrinkle creasing his appearance. His hair is perfect coifed, just like always. He despises those ink splotches for disturbing his image of perfection. 2
I cannot help but lick my lips, imagining him completely ruffled and rumpled. He shoots me a look and I know he is thinking the same thought: Tonight.3
Oh, how I love to see him rumpled.
A contest entry
- Obsessions by Marta.
100 points, ended November 9, 3 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next story in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
-
I do like this and it's well written and keeps the reader wonder what is going on between these two. Good luck in my contest.
beginning: 5, language: 5, plot: 5, ending: 5, dialog: 5, characters: 5.
-
This is Really Nice
I like this a lot, it's short and sweet. It also has a nice twist at the end. In the second line of the second paragraph it says 'him note-taking' instead of 'his note-taking' so you may want to fix that, but I didn't find any other spelling errors. Great job, keep writting!beginning: 5, language: 4, plot: 5, ending: 5, characters: 5.
Adding your comment:
