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Nature of Obsession 2


Author: ImaginePeace
ASL Info:    16/f/who knows?
Elite Ratio:    3.38 - 6 /4 /6
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Class/Type: Story /Longing
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Not really anything deep or profound lol, but just for fun. Comments of thoughts would be great : )


Nature of Obsession 2



I remember the day it started. Obsession # 3. (1 being Nick, who Im pretty sure I love, but he doesn't feel the same. and 2 being exercise) That first obsession runs the deepest. I try not to feed it. the pain is too harsh. It Cuts too deep to feel unwanted. It hurts, but I cant let go. Obsession begs, I cringe, but then ask "sir, may I have some more?" Im the sick one. I guess it was perfect timing then that I found that third obsession. Mr. Mondat. Art Teacher. Fresh out of Uni...or at least he was...about 7 years ago...when I was 9. Newly hired. Newly desired. First day of junior year. I had just tapped in to my relationship with runnig and the gym, already in bloodhound focus mode, and not to mention with a more bangin body than last year. No longer was I hiding under a soft layer of cellulite. My petite 5’4” frame, lean, muscular legs, small shoulders, sleak abs and 32 Cs and shapely butt were now more defined and prominent than before. More confidence and a sharpened sense of power were the perfect segway into my next conquest, which proved to be more fatal than I had foreseen. Third period. Advanced drawing. there was talk. “Hey did you hear there’s a new teacher?” “Yeah. I hope he’s not another mental case” (last years Mr. Turner had “compromising health issues” aka: ex hippie, habitual drug user with multiple eccentric personalities that liked to argue with one another) Now I don’t have a quippy, quick witted, but average looking best friend to ad comedic value. No charmingly clingy puppy faced guy friend. No bitchy cheer henchgirl to do my biddings. Not really many friends at all. Not disliked. Actually much more of the fantasy of many a junior…and senior…and frat boy, but not “popular.” I don't run that inner circle. Im frequented by many of it's male inhabitants, but only as a one time deal. Obsession doesn’t lend much time for deep friendships. Too much time...well...obsessing. I’m textbook introvert. Get my strength from within. Usually quiet, but definitely not shy. It actually lends itself to my advantage. First glance, Im quiet, innocent, polite. Second glance, im seducing, grasping, thinking, mysterious, vixen.  The “artsy quiet one” is I guess more or less who I am...or more accurately, who I am labeled. This child-like face with round cheekbones, full lips and small nose can be deceiving too. seemingly naive, yet seething underneath. I’m intently drawing a female form draped in cloth, when a slight creak of a door stirs...foot steps walk in...man foot steps...young man foot steps...well young-ish. He should have not taken the job. He should have high tailed it and run back to his car. Back to his ex in upstate New York. I should have enrolled in painting instead. Should have taken a sudden interest in precalc. Should have kept drawing. Too late! I glanced up from the sketchpad through my auburn hair. Oops! There he was. Beauty, chisled, slightly unkempt, slightly scruffy, tussled chocolate hair, slate grey eyes, brooding, handsome, creative, chin dimple, slight over bite, sun weathered skin and all. One glance. I look up and meet, for just a second, those eyes. That’s all it took. For one moment though, it was innocent. I was without craving. Just marveled at the newness of this person and his intrinsic beauty. Then it crept…it tingled down through my spine...and down further...and then through my toes. It slowly enveloped me in its grasp, entangled me in a smoke…and then it consumed me. The corners of my mouth lifted slightly as a subtle smile tickled my teeth...tickled somewhere elsel too. He stared back for one instant then quickly averted his vision elsewhere. The obsession began. The hunt was on. Except, this time, I will choose to be the prey.




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