The Guy I Can't Get Out of My Mind

What do you call it when you can't stop thinking about someone? Is it obsession? Is it insanity? Or is it just normal?

My name is Cory Star, I am 17 years old and I'm a Junior in high school. I guess you could say I am 'popular'. I know a lot of people at my school but then at the same time I don't. I am very distant, especially when dealing with emotions. I have never really been the open type so I guess that explains why I'm so distant. But who knows why we are the way we are? I have the attitude of a bad ass but I'm pretty down to earth if you get to know me. A lot of my friends smoke pot but I'm not into that, most people are surprised by my attitude when they meet me because I look dangerous. I have a tattoo on my right ankle, it's a bright red heart with a Rose in the background, the stem of the rose wraps around my ankle and ends on the top of my foot. I got it with my boyfriend on my 16th birthday. We broke up last summer because he slept with some bimbo at a party.

It was a day like any other. Everything was perfectly fine until I got to 5th period. I walked to room 214 slowly, where I have English with Ms. Tracey, the worst teacher I had ever had. I was looking for a pencil in my bag when the door opened, and I thought "This is gonna be good." Ms. Tracey can't stand tardy students. I remember the first time I was tardy for Ms. Tracey's class. She sent me to motivation for a week because I puked, due to a hangover. This time she didn't even look up!! She just continued shuffling through her papers as if nothing happened.

I envied the kid that had walked in the door, even though I hadn't even seen him yet. Just then a pair of black and white checkered vans entered my vision, I was still looking for a damn pencil. When I looked up my breath caught in my throat. Before me was the hottest guy I had ever laid eyes on. He had shaggy chestnut brown hair with natural dark brown highlights, hazel eyes the exact same shade as my own, a chiseled jaw, a clear face, and toned arms[you know the ones that you just want to touch, they're not too big that they could smother you and they're not twigs]. I didn't realize I was staring[and probably drooling] until he cleared his throat. My eyes lingered on his delicious arms for a moment longer and then I met his amused gaze.

"Hi. The name's Kasey, you do know a picture lasts longer right?" He smiled and I almost melted in my seat, but he put his hand out to shake. I reached out my hand and later regretted my action because when our hands touched, I felt tingles surge through my body.

"Cory." I choked; Kasey looked as stunned as I felt.

I suddenly became self conscious, it was mid-October and starting to get chilly so I was wearing none other than a black tank with deep purple flames running up the back, a pair of black skinny jeans with my favorite pair of purple high-tops. They weren't a lavender purple but a deep purple. If you hadn't noticed by now deep purple is my FAVORITE color. I had my nose piercing in, left side, it was a... you guessed it a deep purple stone. I also have Black, Dark Blue, Blood Red, and a skull with diamond eyes.

"So, Cory. What are you doing Friday night?" Kasey's words brought me back to Earth.

"Actually I'm throwing a party at my house," I replied as soon as my mind registered what he had asked. "You wanna-" I was cut off by a loud husky voice.

"You have thirty-five minutes and then I will collect your papers. Anyone talks they get an immediate F. Kasey you are excused from this as for this being your first day."Ms. Tracey practically yelled as she started passing the papers out.

"Meet me after class by the staircase." Kasey whispered, all I could do was nod before Ms. Tracey handed me my paper.

I had a smirk on my face for the rest of class and Kasey had a, very attractive might I add, grin.

**Forty Minutes Later**

The bell rang and the whole class all but jumped out of their seats. I shoved everything in my bag and began walking to the staircase, Kasey was out the door with the rest of the class, so he was that kind of student. I was walking past the staircase just as two muscular arms wrapped around my waist and someone whispered in my ear very seductively, "I was beginning to think you weren't going to show up."

"Well I was beginning to think you went and disappeared." I had turned around so that I was whispering in his ear.

"What made you think that?" He asked as he faked a hurt look.

"Hmmm... Lemme think about that..." I pretended to think hard."Maybe because you high tailed it out of class."

I realized that I was still in his arms, very muscular arms by the way. He seemed to have realized this at the same time as me because he released me not a second later.

"So. About this party on Friday. Its at your house right?" He seemed almost nervous. I thought it was absolutely adorable.

I chuckled to myself and smiled, " Ya, my place 8:00 PM Friday night. If you drink your staying the night."

He looked at me and had a hint of disbelief in his voice as he said, "Really? Doesn't it annoy you to wake up to all those people?"

"No, not really. I throw a party once a month and as of now I am past due."

"What about the mess. Do you hire maids or something?"

I chuckled again at his lack of knowledge, "No way!! I wake up at 9:00 AM, make breakfast, get out the ibuprofen and the orange juice, and if anyone refuses to help they aren't invited to anymore of my parties, and I do write down their names. Also if the house is not cleaned by a certain time I don't have a party the next month," I explained.

"Oh," was all he said.

"So..."

"What?"

"Well. Are you going to come or not?"

"Oh. Ya, of coarse."

"Alright. Do you want me to give you the address now or just ride home with me Friday?" I asked.

"Ride home with you?" he asked with a puzzled look on his face.

"Ya. All my best friends either ride with me or follow me home the day of the party and they all bring a few more people to help set up and get all the 'supplies.'" I clarified.

"Ohh. Ya, sure..." he paused with a puzzled look on his face, "Which car is yours?"

"Oh don't worry. Its the big white Jeep out on the curb. You can't miss it."

"Can I get your number so I can make sure I have the right Jeep?"

"Sure." As I gave him my number all I could think was 'What a lame excuse." With that settled I walked away to finish the rest of the torturous day that lay ahead.

**Author's note. Ya, I know it's short but what do you think?? Let me know please!!! I'm new and would like a second opinion:)