Best Thing I Can Never Have

I see the way Janelle looks at me from the corner of her eyes. She glances at me, when she thinks I'm not looking. She bites her lip when she knows I'm looking. She'll twirl a strand of her hair around one of her slim fingers when she wants my attention. She knows I want her, need her, crave her. Yet she teases me. Why? That's a question I will find the answer too. She walks the halls, like it's a runway. And most importantly, she's taken something from me. My heart. I constantly watch her, fascinated by every little thing she does. I watch just for entertainment. She's like my own personal tv, but without the 400 channels. Just 1...one channel is all I need.

"Jake. What could you possibly be staring at?" My girlfriend Melinda snapped at me. Janelle. The one thing I want, but can't have.

"W--what now?" I say, breaking out of my fascination of Janelle. Melinda was glaring at me when I met her eyes.

"I said, what were you staring at?" She said while placing a hand on her hip.

"Nothing much...just something very beautiful." With my head down, my eyes flashed over to Janelle. A small knowing grin plastered on her beautiful face. I smirked. Placing my paintbrush on the canvas, I began to paint her lips. Thick and red, blowing a sweet kiss at me. The brush had a mind of its own, adding every little detail. The curve of her lips at the tip, the plumpness of her bottom lip, the wickedly-sweet smile she always has on her face.

"Those better be my lips." Melinda groaned in my ear. I nodded,

"Yeah. Sure." adding the last bit of a glossy clear paint, I dropped my brush. It was finished. Janelle's lips on a canvas. Perfect. The bell rang, taking me out of my moment of bliss. I began to put my things up slowly, knowing Janelle was always the last to leave. Melinda kissed my cheek and promised to see me later at lunch. But I didn't care. All I wanted was to be alone with Janelle. Speak to her for the first time. Looking around, I noticed we were the only people in the room. And that Janelle was looking at me from the corner of her eye again.

"That's a beautiful painting." She spoke. Her voice a silky smooth, rich like honey, and soft like a feather.

"You think?" Was my awesome reply.

"Yeah. You capture the essence, the fullness of the lips...so well."

"Well, I do spend a lot of time examining those lips." She blushed,

"You do now...do you?"

"Yes, a lot actually. That's how come I draw them on a black canvas without looking at the subject with those lips. They're etched into my brain. They taunt me, because they know I want them." She slowly walked over to me, her army colored one shoulder bag slinged over her shoulder. Her heels clicking against the cool tile, was the only noise in the room. When she was close enough, she placed a hand on my chest, and leaned into my ear. Her feminine perfume tickling my noise, she smelled like a mixture of roses and honey. Her warm breath lingered on my ear, sending chills down my spine.

"How do you know the lips don't want you?" And with that, Janelle walked out of the art class. A sexy grinned on her face as her hips switched. I stood there, alone, and stuck in my one thought.

I want Janelle so bad.

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soooo, this is a one shot. I might make it a story, depending on how you guys like it! :D I got the inspiration for this story from a Neyo song. Never Knew I Needed....that song from Princess & The Frog? Ahhh, now you know the song :p tell me what you guys think!

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