Punch Me, Kiss Me

She was pretty, but he ... he was, mesmerizing.

She had almost white skin. She dressed in baggy black pants and a black tee with some strange crimson design on the bottom hem. She was tall, -5'8"ish- had her thin lips pierced four times. Two on the top two on the bottom. She had on really heavy eyeliner around her dark eyes.

He ... he had pail skin, -not as pail as she- and black hair, -his did shine- he was short, -no more then 5'5"- he didn't play up his looks much ether, though he had them. He plainly dressed in black skinny jeans the hugged his every curve, and a plain black tee. He had on just a bit of eyeliner, it almost looked like he just didn't wash off all of yesterdays around his dark eyes. His soft looking pink lips adorned by a shiny silver ring. His small nose the same but on the opposing side.

I swear I'd never seen anything as ... as simply magnificent as him. Yet I didn't even know his name.

Before they noticed me staring dumbfound I turned back to my locker getting out my english books. Then hurrying off to class.