Not a bad senior year after all

Not so dull senior year – episode 1

It felt like bumping into a brick wall. No. An anti-bullet armored shirt. Yet it was warm and soft at the same time, in a very comforting way.

And then the scent hit me. Clean, fresh, like the air on a fresh autumn day after the first rain. I realized instantly that I hit another human being. From the fact that I hit the person on the chest, and it flatness and the lack of feminine softness, a male. A very tall hard one.

I raised my eyes and I was snared by the most beautiful pair of eyes that I ever saw. They were blue green, like the Mediterranean ocean I spent every summer on,  and right under them the straightest nose, and a snow-white teeth smile.

The sun was coming up behind him, basking – and semi hiding – his face. From what I could see he looked gorgeous. Some European mixture. Probably Denmark or England.  If I wouldn't know better this was an introduction from a movie to a love from first sight.

"You ok?" A very musical, bass male voice asked. Definitely British or British educated.  I snapped from the daydream at once and blinked from the strong sun, taking a step backwards, and looking at the living obstacle that materialized out of thin air.

"I'm Jesse." A big strong hand was extended to a shake. I took it, and was able to mumble my name, "Ali". His handshake was strong yet not forcefull. He wasn't in a hurry to let my hand go. I felt my cheeks warming up. I'm actually blushing like the country girl that mom sais I am.

"Nice bumping into you (haha)- Ali". The way this guy pronounced my name hinted he knew the origin of it - Arabic, or he was from the middle east, there was no mistake. Interesting.

"I need to get to the principle office. I understand it is that a way?" I nodded. He passed me, and i got to see his back, and his dreamy legs and ass, wrapped in a good pair of blue jeans. Not cheap. made to look good but not to draw too much attention. His huge muscly back, rippled under a decent t-shirt. Again, good quality. Not too good to show off. No brand. Hmm.

His legs seemed to be bare footed. No. There was a thin layer of some material that was shaped like a sandal. His hair was copper-blonde, pony tailed. Face Shaved clean.

The way he walked! Like a cat, and like the dolphin swims. Gracefully, effortlessly, like gravity was there to support him alone.

Yet his head was in his papers, and obviously, he wasn't aware of his presence in the room. A real enigma.

I was in love on first sight. He is a god walking among humans.

So were half the girls around me, and the "Swan ladies" – our local popular crowd girls. Peh. Cheerleader. Go figure.

Suddenly he turns, raise that handsome face of his, now more clear to me to see. A model face. shouts "thanks Aa-li my man! Next coffee soon! " Winks, smile at me, and turns back towards the principle office.

The poor woman. She's in for a ride. Who can stand this perfect eyes and melting smile?

Poor me. As if I don't draw enough attention as it is.

The "Swan ladies" looked at me, calculations in their eye. "Do we know each other?"

Maybe this guy is not that oblivious to his impact on people.

He just added a few points to my social standings.

What an interesting first day of my senior year.

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"Who is that gorgeous dark hair-blue eyes eye candy"? I thought. 

Seems like he's not here. A bit on the dreamy side. I think I'll let him "bump" into me.

 Not as tall as i am but quite tall. He should hit me chest high.

Success! Feels in shape by the hardness. And he didn't flinch back from me. Good sign. He actually stayed a second too long. Definitly into guys. Better give him my best smile.

"you ok? I'm Jesse". Hand extension to shake. He takes it... oh... how smooth his skin is. Everybody watching. His cheeks turn a bit darker. Is he actually blushing? I look around and see a group of good looking girls. Local popular I guess. This is interesting.

He quietly says his name. "Ali". Interesting. Dad told me there are some refugees here from Iran and Syria that work for the institute. "Nice Bumping into you (smile, say his name right) Aali. I need to get to the principle office. I understand it is that a way?" He nods. What a cutie! 

Looks Arabian for sure, but the face features are gentile, softer. And those blue eyes. I sneak pic at his crotch. Definitely something there. And the clothes are fashionable enough. We have ourselves a potential date.

I walk a few paces and let the scene sink in like dad and Joel taught me. I look into my papers so it will look like I'm busy and I let my mind wander. From the corner of my eye I see the way the girls look at him and some of the guys. Not top of the food chain.

Let's shake their world a bit - "Ali my man! Next coffee on me!". I use the famous wink and smile.

That should make them feel a bit less secure about him. The girls for sure will die from curiosity.

The look on his face – he understands what I did! This guy is getting better by the minute...

Dad said it wouldn't be so bad. Gotta call Mir-mir in Jerusalem. She would love to hear about my first day as a senior here in this god-forsaken little town.

my first story here. hope you liked it. comments are of course appreciated.

next episode - Aali finds out that his dream boy is really the all package deal - albeit a cut one.