Curiousity

“You mean…the other transfer student this year? The one with really dark hair, gorgeous dark blue eyes, perfect smile, an-…” I couldn’t help but cut her off at this point. “Yeah, that one.”, I said, sounding a little irritated at the point that as she listed those features up they popped into my head - unfortunately.
“Well, what about him?”
“He was talking to me in Latin class…”, I said muttering.
“Really?”, she yelled a little more enthusiastic than I had hoped.
“Yeah, but weird thing is, he barely even spoke to me in English, most of it was in Latin. And both of us are in Latin one.” I spoke under my breath, somewhat thinking to myself, somewhat talking to her. Spell just smiled and wrapped her arm around mine in a knot. “No need to worry about it, probably. He probably just knew some of that before he came to this school.”

After our next class ended, it was finally lunch time. Which, to me, was like heaven. As Spell led me to the school’s cafeteria, my eyes widened. There was so many different kinds of styles of foods to choose from! Chinese, Mexican, Italian, American, and many more. Probably everything in the world, I thought. Minutes went by and both Spell and I decided on Italian, her getting spaghetti, and I was getting alfredo. Though, as we sat down at her table I couldn’t help but feel as if there were eyes glaring at us, some good, some bad, and some just…off. But just as quick as I felt that feeling, I felt someone’s arms around my shoulder.
“Dylan, dude, get off of Eve. For God’s sake man, can’t you ever stay off the new girl?”, Spell said irritated.
“But you know she’s hot, and I’m the only worthy one here of having her.”, the Dylan person smirked at the rest of the guys at the table.
“I’ll be the judge of that.”, I smiled as I gently rolled my hand up his leg, - I swear I could have felt his leg start shaking at that - then punched him where it hurt.

Everyone just laughed and Spell started introducing me to everyone. There was a quiet boy with black hair named Eric who had the cutest British accent, as well as two girls - most likely twins, which later I found out they were - named Alice and Luna, and then there was the pervert Dylan. But I swear, no one could have been able to tell Alice and Luna apart without their different hair stripe colors. Luna had a bunch of blue stripes in her hair while Alice had a bunch of blonde stripes in their hair, with both of their natural colors being black. Lunch got more and more interesting as we all talked, and I got to be pretty good friends with everyone, even if Dylan still thought he owned me.

But, even though we were all having a good time laughing and what not, I still had that creepy feeling of something - or someone - staring at me, though I couldn’t pick up where it could be coming from. I shifted around in my seat, seeing if I could get a glimpse of him at all. As I turned around however, it felt like I was just hit by a city bus with his stare coming at me fast, hard, and unknowingly. I blushed slightly and stared back at him as he stared at me, his dark blue eyes drowning into my light grey ones. ‘How long had he been staring at me?’, I wondered. In all honesty, it shoved fear through my mind and a chill up my spine. So, I sat there silently, just letting both of us stare. It seemed as if time had stopped until one of his friends came up, slapped him on the shoulder, and they walked out together. I kept staring at him until he was completely out of my sight, and before he turned the corner I noticed him look back once more at me and give me that same gorgeous smirk as before.

Spell waved her hand in front of my face, trying to get me out of la-la land. “Eve, chicky, you there? Wake up?”, she ordered. Almost instantly I came out of my trance, my face looking as if I saw a ghost - which, yes, I did get comments and questions about. All I could think about though is what I saw when I looked him in the eyes. It was a mix between pain, anger, love, passion, hate, death, life, and…was that temptation?