26 November 2012
I tried to be unaware of his presence, I really did, but he was stealthily torturing me, and he knew it too.
I focused on coloring inside the lines on the poster board that we were working on, but every now and then, his cologne would waft itself right up my nose, or his head would be bent over the paper precariously close to mine, and I had to restrain myself from leaning just a bit and kissing him on his lips.
He was a cruel, cruel boy.
I stood up, dying to get away for just a moment, and to get some other colored pencils.
When I returned, he was standing, bent over the table, giving me the opportunity to check out his ass, but I refused to succumb to his dirty tricks, so I did my best to look elsewhere. But that caused me to run into the chair and fall onto the poor fellow that was sitting in it.
"Shit! Oh, shit! I'm so sorry," I apologized as I grappled for balance on my feet.
"It's alright," he said, face flushing bright red.
I walked around him this time and plopped down at the table with a groan.
The cruel boy looked up from his coloring to regard me casually.
"What's wrong with you?" he inquired as started coloring again.
"Everything," I mumbled as I tried not to audibly inhale his tantalizing cologne, which had managed to find my nose again.
The corners of his lips simply perked up as he continued to work.
Cruel Boy • Opuss № I