Alan Garret had just started in the criminal justice program at the community college when he ran into Ray Ferris for the first time since graduation.
Ray had started a business program at the state university. He looked smug, leaning casually against a wall in the hallways near the doors to the building Alan was currently exiting.
Ray stood waiting for his girlfriend, Sarah, not paying particular attention to the passing students. Then he noticed Alan Garret coming in his direction, looking straight at him with ill disguised disdain.
Alan never liked him, he knew that much from their time in high school, but he never understood why.
Alan redirected his glare several yards from the doors, clearly dismissing Ray and leaving the other man feeling a mixture of annoyance and confusion.
Sarah Stevens approached her boyfriend and noticed his expression and the uncharacteristic tension on his stance. Concern crashed through her as she ran through possibilities of what could be wrong. She briefly considered Ray may be there to break up with her, but quickly dismissed it; she was sure her and Ray were forever. Then he noticed her and visibly relaxed, smiling his mega watt smile, making Sarah's heart swell.
Yep, she could see forever in his eyes.
20 Years Later
James Ferris glows. He radiates light like the sun. Fucking radiates. He is so godamned beautiful it's ridiculous. 5 foot 9ish, not really muscular, but toned from running track; perfect. Sandy blonde hair, eyes the color of deep ocean waters, and his lips... God, his lips, so kissable! Deep pink, full, a perfect little dip on the top one. When he smiles it's like a freakin' sunrise; my heart and stomach flip and flutter. Freakin' flutter! And my dick twitches, every time. I would do pretty much anything for one of his smiles to be directed at me.
Though I'm half sure I'd faint. Or be blinded by its brilliance. Or just lose my cool and jump him.
Christ, what that boy does to me. He makes me think things like
"he radiates," like some lovesick girl. It's so cliched, and guys are not supposed to think things like "he glows." And I know that that's a stupid, stereotypical comment, but really, when was the last time you heard a dude say something like that? I'm so hopelessly infatuated.
And it is definitely hopeless. I think I catch him looking at me sometimes, but I'm pretty sure it's just wishful thinking.
But I'll keep wishing. Maybe one day I'll get to experience that smile of his... Sigh...
***
Ryan Garret is looking at me again. I catch him just before he quickly looks away; I was watching him too or I'd have missed it. He's adorable. Maybe an inch shorter than me, deep brown hair, nearly black really, and clear, icy blue eyes. Broad shoulders and lightly defined muscles. I've seem him after gym, and the image has provided more than one fantasy.
We have a few classes together, but aside from occasionally sitting near him and passing papers to each other we've never really talked. I'm not sure why. We have some overlap in our social circles, and those shared classes.
I've tried to find excuses, but it almost seems he avoids me; it drives me crazy. But then I catch him staring, and sometimes I think I see wanting in his gaze, but it's probably my imagination.
God, I just wish he would look at me for real, so I could look back, really look, and try to decipher him.
***
