Obsession1

I sat on a concrete bench, cross-legged and sweaty. My thighs kept getting stuck together from all the sweat. It wasn�t hot outside that day though. It was quite temperate for a summer day. Obviously the temperature wasn�t what was making me all hot and sweaty. I finally got fed up of peeling my thighs apart from all the sweat and I stuffed my dark blue and gray plaid skirt between my thighs to separate them.
I stared intensely at Antonio who was sitting on the opposite side of the school-yard, not even within school property. He sat with his back against the tree and his knees raised up high in front of him supporting a book that he had his face stuffed into. His mid-back-length, ebony colored hair enveloped his figure like a curtain. Even from across the school yard I could see the light layer of natural side burns that graced the edge of his face near his ears, and gave his face a manly squared off shape; although his teenage features were still evident which made him appear like a young God. His presence was laid back and gave an earthy yet vibrant vibe. He could make anyone feel serene just by being in the same room with him. He was wearing black 14-eye Dr. Martin boots and black Dickies pants and the whole ensemble was toped off with a Bauhaus shirt that had cut off sleeves. His skin was pale but one could clearly see the Hispanic in his blood. His eyes were such a deep brown they looked almost black and seemed as though you could fall right into them.
My glimpse of him was interrupted by a loose string of blonde hair in my face. I pushed it aside impatiently and resumed my staring. I watched as he turned the page in his black, hard-back book. His hands were like the average teenage boy; they were strong like a man�s but contained that look of youth. The veins in his hand pulsated with the movement of his fingers. I swallowed hard and pushed the blonde hair out of my face irritatedly again. My white collared shirt was so full of sweat it was beginning to show through to my bra and get stuck to me. I adjusted it to a normal position so that a dry area on my shirt covered my bra; I put my fist over my mouth and leaned my elbow on the knee of my crossed leg. I chewed on my nails nervously and continued to stare at him reading whatever book he was reading. I didn�t care what it was; if Antonio was reading it, it was the best book in the world to me. Once again a strand of blonde hair crept into my face and I couldn�t take it anymore. I grabbed two big handfuls of my hair and started pulling at them screaming at the top of my lungs. I ran through the main hall pulling at my hair screaming. I banged my head on the walls of the building holding clumps of hair in my hand.
�Stupid piece of shit blonde hair! I condemn you to hell and I hope you die! Burn hair of evil!� I screamed.
I banged my head hard once more on the wall until a little droplet of blood ran down my pale sweaty forehead and into my eyebrow, which made me stop. I stood there facing the wall with my hair in my hands panting like an animal. Then I noticed a giggle; it was soft and under someone�s breath at first and then I heard more. I turned around to find that there were about thirty kids standing around me in a semi-circle staring at me in astonishment. A million thoughts raced through my head at once, but only one reaction came out. I started to laugh hysterically out of embarrassment. I slid down the wall and sat on the floor with my matted blonde hair in my hands and I started to sob uncontrollably. I then noticed a pair of shiny black shoes in front of my face. I looked up with my eyes all parched and red.
Great, now what have I gotten myself into? I thought as I noticed it was the head priest in the school church.
He had a look of sheer astonishment wrapped in a blanket of fear on his face.
�Miss Robertson, what are you doing? Have you gone daft,� he said helping me up from the floor.
At that moment I felt all the blood in my entire body rush to my face so it felt like it was going to burst.
�I�m fine, Father, what gives you the idea that anything was wrong?� I brushed my hair back with my fingers and dusted my clothes off as though nothing was wrong.
It was clear that my effort to act �normal� in his presence was in vain. He gave me a concerned look and grabbed me by the hand, leading me to the Dean�s office. Damn it! What is my father going to think when he hears about this? I thought as Father Mitchell led me through a crowd of giggling students, shaking their heads at me.
I sat in the Dean�s cold, wooden chair in his office and stared down at the floor, as he looked me over. Father Mitchell had already explained to him how I was acting.
�So, Harmony Robertson, Father Mitchell has told me that he thinks you are possessed. What do you have to say to this?�
�I don�t know. What do you want me to say to it, Dean Ashcroft,� I said in a low monotonous voice. I kept my gaze on the floor so as to seem intimidated although I really wasn�t.
�Harmony, look at me when I�m speaking to you. Let me see those beautiful blue eyes.� His voice was almost creepy with that sentence.
Shit! I hope he�s not one of those creepy children molesting Catholic Schoolmen that everyone is talking about. I knew going to private school was a bad idea. Damn you to hell, Dad! I thought to myself. I looked up at him and then quickly looked down again. For a dean, and someone who was seven years older than me, he didn�t look so bad. After all he was still young. He was only 24 so it�s not like he was too old. He had dirty blond hair and sea green eyes. He reminded some people of Brad Pitt too if you looked at him from a side view. Although he knew that practically every girl student in that school was flirting with him, he still tried to act as though he wasn�t attractive. Men like that intrigued me yet made me sick to my stomach all the same. Wait! What was I thinking? No way, Harmony, he�s a dean! Get your mind straight.
�Harmony?� he interrupted my thoughts.
�Yes?� I said still looking down trying as hard as possible not to look at him and be attracted to him.
�What do you think about what Father Mitchell has just told me? He said that he had been observing your behavior during Mass every Friday and that you have been acting strangely.�
�Strangely? I don�t know what he could possibly have meant; all I know is that I�m not possessed or anything silly like that so, I don�t know what to tell you.� I searched the floor with my eyes trying to find something to keep my focus on.
Dead Ashcroft moved to the edge of his desk and sat on a corner of it, right in front of my face. For a moment, I couldn�t breathe and my heart skipped a beat.
�Are you aware, Harmony, that you have blood on your forehead?� He leaned in and licked the blood on my forehead and wiped the blood away with his sleeve. My whole body went cold and then a rush of heat and blood filled me like a grape. Every pore on my body tingled. What had he just done to me? I looked up at him with my eyes but kept my head down. HE was staring at me with a look of complete arousal. He licked his teeth and lips all in one lick and said, �I love the taste of blood. It tastes kind of like when you put a battery to your tongue.� He leaned in so close to me that I could feel his hot breath on my lips. I couldn�t move. My entire physique was petrified, so I just stared at him directly in his eyes with a blank look on my face.