Drop Dead Gorgeous

It’s her.

The person I have spent my whole life waiting for.

She stares me down, her eyes trained on mine. I was trying to toy with her, taunt her, make her flustered, but she holds my stare like it’s nothing.

Mr Warden calls me to the front and I stand in front of everyone, turning on the charm, though I’ve never been more nervous. he introduces me, and everyone seems slightly confused, as though this wasn’t a normal occurrence. I talk as confidently as I can, earning some smiles and whispered comments from some people.

When I find my seat again, (Much to my relief.) Cassandra is staring right at me.

Funny girl.

I taunt her and stare straight back, there’s no way I’m going down without a fight. Her eyes are a shade of brown I’ve never seen before, or never cared to look long enough to find out. Almost hazel, with golden flecks throughout. They match the rest of her flawlessly. Dark skin, dark curls framing her face. Her lashes brush against her cheeks every time she blinks. She’s exactly how I pictured her.

Drop dead gorgeous.