Don't Judge A Book By It's Cover (part 2)
“So...” Dylan started smugly. “You gonna tell me about her?”
“You’ll soon find out”, I smartly replied.
“Ya what? We gonna meet her?” I asked astounded for some reason.
“What? No. You’re gonna read about her in my new story”, I beamed.
“She was one of a kind...”, the gangly man started.
“Oi! I didn’t say you could read it!” I stated clearly as I covered up the screen with both my arms.
“Awh Soph c’mon”, he begged. “Why don’t you just tell me now?” he grinned with one of the cheesiest smiles I have ever seen that man do.
I kept my expression flat with my arms folded and firmly said, “No. Like I said, you’ll find out soon enough.”
“At least tell me what part she’s gonna play in this....fantasy story of yours”, Dylan inquired as he pulled up a swivel chair and sipped his tea.
“The main part of course”, I beamed. “She’s perfect”, I said in a slight daze, reminiscing about the way she whooshed her hair perfectly into place without any work at all.
“Do you wanna fuck her?” Dylan bluntly asked ask he pulled his mug up to his face, hiding any cheeky grin that escaped.
“I don’t even know her!” I shouted as I whacked his arm.
“I can read your eyes Soph, don’t try to lie to me”, he giggled.
“Yea and I can read yours and anyone else’s as well so shut the fuck up!” we both giggled.
“Sophie! Dylan! Enough of that and back to work!” a booming voice filled the study room. Our heads shot towards to door as we both knew who the awful sound came from.
“Gay Fox.”
He was tall, dark and not so handsome. He always wore a metallic grey suit that looked slightly silver to make him look more smooth and suave as swaggered down the corridors and owned the entire college. His shoes and suit always looked immaculate along with a different sugary coloured tie each day. Baby blue, baby pink, sugary purple....His look was completed by a thick pair of black glasses to match his thick, black silky hair that was trimmed to perfection with a slight volume of gel in it to keep it extra tight.
The reasoning behind his name, you’re probably wondering, isn’t because he is gay, how I wish, but because he always goes for the gay girls in our school. Turning on his charm, getting anything and everything he wants because he knows exactly what type to go for. Well...not exactly because he always goes for lesbians but that’s because he can. The man in power with authority. Behind those thick glasses he thinks he can perv on any girl or woman he wishes. I see right through him, and so does Dylan. That’s actually what brought us together, our hidden talent of being able to read people’s body language and eyes, something that many people wish to posses.
As “Gay Fox” or otherwise known as Mr. Tyler, has made a move on someone within the school on more than one occasion and either left them broken hearted, begging for more or had someone with just a quicky somewhere or other. The females wouldn’t dare tell anyone around here in fear of being judged or looking weak or what other demented reason.
Most of them would of course feel ashamed as they should for fucking a man in his mid thirties and letting him get to them when its totally something they are against! Being ashamed of calling themselves a lesbian when they have slept with a MAN. Not just a man though, one of the most foulest men around. In some way or another, he always manages to get his paws in them and manipulated them to the core of breaking point.
I kept giving him the death stare until he left any room, watching his every move. Out of all the people who I have watched, he intrigues me the most but for all the wrong reasons.
“Ya know it’s just a matter of time before he sinks his claws into you don’t ya Soph”, Dylan informed me with slight concern in his voice. He was my best friend, a guy who actually understands and doesn’t want to have sex with every girl he sees, he’s different. A real sensitive guy.
“I know mate. God I really hope he does so I can show him what for”, I cursed with gritted teeth.
“Nuh-uh Soph, don’t you dare wish that upon yourself. I know you’re strong but so is he. We both know what he’s like and I don’t want him to....overpower you or anything”, he continued, looking into my eyes.
“I’ll be ready. I have for a very long time”, I replied, looking out the door even though he had long gone by now. “Fuck him, he gets me so angry! Talk about something else to me!”
I was so eager that Dylan nearly choked on his drink as he got up straight from leaning back. “The girl!” he spluttered. “What about the girl! Do you think you’re ever gonna see her again?”
“I really don’t think I will to be honest. I never saw her before and chances are I’m never gonna see her again.”
“That’s a shame.”
“Nah it ain’t. Means I don’t have to worry or dwell on her. I got what I needed from her and that’s all I need. The rest, is in my head”, I said optimistically as I swivelled around on my chair back to face the screen.
“Just like James Morrison sang, “I saw your face, in a crowded place and I don’t know what to do, cuz I’ll never be with you”, he whispered softy into my ear. “YOU’RE BEAUTIFUL!! YOU’RE BEAUTIFUL! YOU’RE BEAUTFUL, IT’S TRUE!!” he then began to shout while at the same time pushed himself away with his long arms and legs and threw them up in the air. “Yes she caught your eye, as you walked on by, she could see from your face that you were.....FUCKING HIGH!! But you don’t think that you’ll see her again but you Lesbos shared a moment that will last till the end!!”
“That didn’t fit in right”, I said with the same flat expression as I did before as I started typing away again.
“But you don’t know what to do. Cuz she’ll never be with you”, he finished in my ear.
“Get back to work.”
“Okay.....”
“I can see you in the reflection ya know!”