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Romance
 Created on 3-22-08
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Kelly whips her head round to face me. But she does it will a little too much force…
“Holy shi-” she cries before sliding straight off of the art table.
She scrambles her arms and I reach out to catch her but end up leaning a little too far forward. Her legs fly towards me as I bend forwards and end up landing face down on the tiled floor with a thud. Kelly then slams down beside me, having landed on her back, knocking her head against a chair. Pain surges through my arms and legs.
“Oh my God!” I quietly splutter as I try to ensure that my limbs are still attached to my body. Kelly lifts her right hand up to the back of her head and holds it there as she closes her eyes winces.
“Ok,” she whispers, “The only words do describe this pain, are illegal in most countries”
I giggle painfully and attempt to push myself up off the floor.
“I’d recognise that sweet, innocent giggle anywhere” says a soothing voice heading around the tables of the art room, “Ah, I am correct” says Luke as he gazes down at me.
His eyes soften and he looks at me like he’s daydreaming. He bends down and offers his hand to me. I slip my right hand into his, and can’t help but notice that they fit together perfectly. Luke seems to notice also, as he brushes the back of my hand with his thumb. It feels… perfect, in every way.
He places his other hand on my waist and slowly peels me off of the floor, and guides me to stand up. Our eyes stay fixed together the entire time.
Our stare only broken when Kelly slams her hands down on one of the tables.
“I’m fine by the way!” She breathes as she heaves herself off of the floor and attempts to find her footing. I mumble “sorry” in reply, but I’m still staring at Luke. I slide my hands out of his grasp.
What are you doing? He’s your teacher for Christ’s sake! Snap back to reality…
I pull out a chair, deciding that it’s safer, and sit at the table I previously fell off of. Kelly follows my lead. Luke leans down towards more- only about a foot away from my face. I look up as he mouths, “Are you OK?” I nod and smile at him. He bites on his bottom lip- just for a second- and quickly pushes himself away from me and walks to the front of the room.
Kelly huffs, “Again- I’m fine by the way!” and she slouches back in her chair next to mine.
Luke gives her a smile. “C’mon Kelly, don’t gimme that look- I know you can take care of yourself”
Kelly beams proudly, but I decide to play the situation a little.
“Are you saying that I can’t take care of myself?” I enquire giving him a joking devilish grin.
“No, no,” he reassures, “I mean, I don’t know- you’re a new student, right? Well I know Kelly, she can look after herself. She’s as tough as nails, she’s butch and hardcore-” “Are you trying to say I’m more of a man than a woman?” asks Kelly. She’s playing too, as she mocks annoyance.
“Not at all, you’re obviously a woman!” He blushes violently, “I mean, you’re a girl, I mean, of course you are! You go to this school, I’m not saying that I’ve been looking to see, or check, or anything…”
Luke trails off as the girls erupt into fits of laughter.
”Bloody women!” He cries as he joins in with the laughter, and then begins the lesson.
Kelly leans over to me and whispers, “What’s going on between you and Luke?”
My eyes dart over hers. “There’s nothing going on!” I gabble.
She raises an eyebrow, “Hunni, the whole class can see that you two obviously have some serious chemistry”
“OK, he’s totally gorgeous- but what can I do? We can’t be together”
“You can’t ignore it Jas, it’ll get you one day. You can’t ignore a love as intense as that-”
“I can and I will” I say, and end the discussion.
I ignore Kelly’s huff and watch Luke, completely mesmerised by his voice and his beautiful voice. It flows through me and captures my every thought. I get totally lost in his words.
Finally he sets a task- over the next few weeks I am to work on a drawing. A portrait that shows passion and intensity.
I begin drawing out the basic structure lines of a face on my page.
“Jasmine, you are falling for him already” Kelly’s wise words fall onto me.
I glare at her, “Maybe so, but I’m not gonna act on it -at all!”
And I don’t. From Tuesday to Friday of that week, I focus on my work- barely glancing at Luke. It’s too dangerous to even tempt the thought of being with him. But Friday- last period- my plan crumbles. Luke ignores the eager hands waving at him in the air, craving his attention, and he walks directly towards my desk and sits opposite me.
“Hey,” he breathes. I look up and peel my WSLs away from my eyes, blinking at him.
“Hi” I reply, in a soft whisper.
“How are you holding up?”
“I’m… fine, why do you ask?”
“Just wondering, it’s tough being the new girl in a school filled with intimidating women”
“I’m pretty intimidating too”
“Yes, but not to me”
“And why’s that?”
“I can see you being tough and defensive when you have to be, but most of the time… you’re like a little butterfly” He gently whispers the last few words.
His eyes soften at the same time. He’s gentle when he describes me- almost like I’m so fragile, that his words- not matter how pleasant they are- could hurt me. Tears well up in my eyes- it’s so sweet and adorable of him, yet it pains me to think that we could never be.
The bell rings and I pull my eyes away from Luke’s strong gaze. I place my sketchbooks, art books and drawing pencils into my shoulder bag slowly. All the other girls have filed out of the door- including Kelly. It’s just me and Luke.
I make my way towards the door, forcing my legs forward. I’d be more than happy to stay. We wouldn’t have to talk. I’d be perfectly satisfied just watching him. Looking at his smile, eyeing his body language, glancing over his perfect features. This wasn’t a lust thing. As much as I hated to admit it- I really was falling in love with him. I keep my head down and maze my way through the tables and chairs, but Luke quietly shuts the door.
“I think you should swap,” He says confidently.
“Swap what?” I ask, confused by his professional manor, as minutes ago he was being so friendly and approachable.
“Swap classes” he ignores my eyes and proceeds to tuck in chairs and pick up stray pieces of work
“Swap classes? Why?”
He stops abruptly and drops the work on his desk. He straightens up and pushes his hair off his face. When he finally looks at me, he has a simple reply.
“You know why, Jasmine”
I stare at him, confused. He walks towards me, stopping just two feet away from me.
“Raise your right hand,” he orders, and I do so.
Luke then slowly raises his left hand, to the same level as my hand. He unfolds his fingers to straighten them, and then slowly pushes his hand towards mine so they meet. The instant they touched, my heart rate increased dramatically and I suddenly became out of breath. A simple touch was amazingly intense.
Luke stares into my eyes for what feels like hours. We’re totally captured by each other. We’re caught in a magical moment. Suddenly, he slips his hand and threads his fingers in between mine, slotting our hands together perfectly.
“That’s why,” he whispers softly…
“Holy shi-” she cries before sliding straight off of the art table.
She scrambles her arms and I reach out to catch her but end up leaning a little too far forward. Her legs fly towards me as I bend forwards and end up landing face down on the tiled floor with a thud. Kelly then slams down beside me, having landed on her back, knocking her head against a chair. Pain surges through my arms and legs.
“Oh my God!” I quietly splutter as I try to ensure that my limbs are still attached to my body. Kelly lifts her right hand up to the back of her head and holds it there as she closes her eyes winces.
“Ok,” she whispers, “The only words do describe this pain, are illegal in most countries”
I giggle painfully and attempt to push myself up off the floor.
“I’d recognise that sweet, innocent giggle anywhere” says a soothing voice heading around the tables of the art room, “Ah, I am correct” says Luke as he gazes down at me.
His eyes soften and he looks at me like he’s daydreaming. He bends down and offers his hand to me. I slip my right hand into his, and can’t help but notice that they fit together perfectly. Luke seems to notice also, as he brushes the back of my hand with his thumb. It feels… perfect, in every way.
He places his other hand on my waist and slowly peels me off of the floor, and guides me to stand up. Our eyes stay fixed together the entire time.
Our stare only broken when Kelly slams her hands down on one of the tables.
“I’m fine by the way!” She breathes as she heaves herself off of the floor and attempts to find her footing. I mumble “sorry” in reply, but I’m still staring at Luke. I slide my hands out of his grasp.
What are you doing? He’s your teacher for Christ’s sake! Snap back to reality…
I pull out a chair, deciding that it’s safer, and sit at the table I previously fell off of. Kelly follows my lead. Luke leans down towards more- only about a foot away from my face. I look up as he mouths, “Are you OK?” I nod and smile at him. He bites on his bottom lip- just for a second- and quickly pushes himself away from me and walks to the front of the room.
Kelly huffs, “Again- I’m fine by the way!” and she slouches back in her chair next to mine.
Luke gives her a smile. “C’mon Kelly, don’t gimme that look- I know you can take care of yourself”
Kelly beams proudly, but I decide to play the situation a little.
“Are you saying that I can’t take care of myself?” I enquire giving him a joking devilish grin.
“No, no,” he reassures, “I mean, I don’t know- you’re a new student, right? Well I know Kelly, she can look after herself. She’s as tough as nails, she’s butch and hardcore-” “Are you trying to say I’m more of a man than a woman?” asks Kelly. She’s playing too, as she mocks annoyance.
“Not at all, you’re obviously a woman!” He blushes violently, “I mean, you’re a girl, I mean, of course you are! You go to this school, I’m not saying that I’ve been looking to see, or check, or anything…”
Luke trails off as the girls erupt into fits of laughter.
”Bloody women!” He cries as he joins in with the laughter, and then begins the lesson.
Kelly leans over to me and whispers, “What’s going on between you and Luke?”
My eyes dart over hers. “There’s nothing going on!” I gabble.
She raises an eyebrow, “Hunni, the whole class can see that you two obviously have some serious chemistry”
“OK, he’s totally gorgeous- but what can I do? We can’t be together”
“You can’t ignore it Jas, it’ll get you one day. You can’t ignore a love as intense as that-”
“I can and I will” I say, and end the discussion.
I ignore Kelly’s huff and watch Luke, completely mesmerised by his voice and his beautiful voice. It flows through me and captures my every thought. I get totally lost in his words.
Finally he sets a task- over the next few weeks I am to work on a drawing. A portrait that shows passion and intensity.
I begin drawing out the basic structure lines of a face on my page.
“Jasmine, you are falling for him already” Kelly’s wise words fall onto me.
I glare at her, “Maybe so, but I’m not gonna act on it -at all!”
And I don’t. From Tuesday to Friday of that week, I focus on my work- barely glancing at Luke. It’s too dangerous to even tempt the thought of being with him. But Friday- last period- my plan crumbles. Luke ignores the eager hands waving at him in the air, craving his attention, and he walks directly towards my desk and sits opposite me.
“Hey,” he breathes. I look up and peel my WSLs away from my eyes, blinking at him.
“Hi” I reply, in a soft whisper.
“How are you holding up?”
“I’m… fine, why do you ask?”
“Just wondering, it’s tough being the new girl in a school filled with intimidating women”
“I’m pretty intimidating too”
“Yes, but not to me”
“And why’s that?”
“I can see you being tough and defensive when you have to be, but most of the time… you’re like a little butterfly” He gently whispers the last few words.
His eyes soften at the same time. He’s gentle when he describes me- almost like I’m so fragile, that his words- not matter how pleasant they are- could hurt me. Tears well up in my eyes- it’s so sweet and adorable of him, yet it pains me to think that we could never be.
The bell rings and I pull my eyes away from Luke’s strong gaze. I place my sketchbooks, art books and drawing pencils into my shoulder bag slowly. All the other girls have filed out of the door- including Kelly. It’s just me and Luke.
I make my way towards the door, forcing my legs forward. I’d be more than happy to stay. We wouldn’t have to talk. I’d be perfectly satisfied just watching him. Looking at his smile, eyeing his body language, glancing over his perfect features. This wasn’t a lust thing. As much as I hated to admit it- I really was falling in love with him. I keep my head down and maze my way through the tables and chairs, but Luke quietly shuts the door.
“I think you should swap,” He says confidently.
“Swap what?” I ask, confused by his professional manor, as minutes ago he was being so friendly and approachable.
“Swap classes” he ignores my eyes and proceeds to tuck in chairs and pick up stray pieces of work
“Swap classes? Why?”
He stops abruptly and drops the work on his desk. He straightens up and pushes his hair off his face. When he finally looks at me, he has a simple reply.
“You know why, Jasmine”
I stare at him, confused. He walks towards me, stopping just two feet away from me.
“Raise your right hand,” he orders, and I do so.
Luke then slowly raises his left hand, to the same level as my hand. He unfolds his fingers to straighten them, and then slowly pushes his hand towards mine so they meet. The instant they touched, my heart rate increased dramatically and I suddenly became out of breath. A simple touch was amazingly intense.
Luke stares into my eyes for what feels like hours. We’re totally captured by each other. We’re caught in a magical moment. Suddenly, he slips his hand and threads his fingers in between mine, slotting our hands together perfectly.
“That’s why,” he whispers softly…
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Please Login to post comments| On May 24th 2008 seethrough3381 Said : | |
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awwwwww so sweet! |
| On May 9th 2008 Beautifulett Said : | |
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oh my gosh. i love this. plz keep me posted!!! |
| On April 22nd 2008 fairy815 Said : | |
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you skipped 4!!!!!!!!!!!! |
| On April 7th 2008 wannahug13 Said : | |
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this is the most awesome thing ever!!! kmp |
| On April 2nd 2008 Darkrose3 Said : | |
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Aww! I love it! Kmp! |
| On March 31st 2008 ShiningKanin Said : | |
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awww i love it! keep me posted please! |
| On March 31st 2008 Equasha Said : | |
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so sweet! |
| On March 23rd 2008 timewatch Said : | |
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love it.keep it going. plz kmp |
| On March 22nd 2008 Khmerfriendz Said : | |
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aww. please keep me posted:]] |
| On March 22nd 2008 musiclover2050 Said : | |
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kmpp |
