OBSESSED

Chapter One

Aiden Markson walked down the hallways, exhuding an air of mystery and confidence. He had always been the favorite of every girl, myself included. Who could stop themselves from falling into the arms of the hot hunk who although stayed frosty, was close enough for us to admire. We all gazed like mortals at a demigod, in petrified adoration. He was perfect. Glazed green eyes looking like polished moss stones, a perfectly sculpted nose and thin lips that stretched into a taut smirk whenever he felt out gazes. He was built like an Adonis, muscles flexing underneath his sweatshirt, looking like they needed a breath of air as much as I did (looking at him had gotten me breathless).

"This is not healthy." I thought and looked away, taking deep breaths to calm my pounding heart. I couldn't keep stalking the schools greek god but I had no other way of satisfying my urge to see him everytime. Okay, so maybe I had an unhealthy crush on his appearance. Maybe my locker hid my sketchbook that held behind uncouth images of him. Maybe my camera was filled with candid shots of him, which was why I had to switch out my memory card every now and again. That wasn't my focus however, I had a class to be in. Kingston High was not going to stop for my desires.

I scribbled away into my notebook, mind wandering far away from whatever my chemistry teacher was convinced had an effect on us. Was he talking about a solution or yapping about the importance of knowing the periodic table? Periodic table is it? Yes... Hydrogen, Helium, Lithium, Beryllium, Boron, Carbon, Oxygen, Chloride, Fluoride, Neon, Sodium, Magnesium... Ah yes, I lost count there, tsk. I couldn't wait for the lecture to be over with, so I could head to my gym class and ogle the hot hunk named Aiden. Ah, the best period is indeed gym period.

I take that back. Gym is horrible. Aiden was not there, Sandy thought it was smart (which goes contrary to the fact that her singular brain cell is hibernating to avoid extinction) to throw the basketball at people- catching me in the face and breaking my glasses. Glad it wasn't my nose though. That wasn't all, however. Mr. Dan has us run a kilometer around the school and if I wasn't already gasping for air, the prepared obstacle course definitely knocked it out of my lungs. That aside, the best thing happened to me. It cancelled out everything. Mr. Dan (our gym instructor by the way) announced that he was going to pair the worst performing students to the best performing students for our scoring. I've never been more glad to be a bottom student. I was literally grinning all the way to the school's parking lot, where I had parked my bicycle. Yes, I rode to school (It definitely wasn't because Aiden walked to school every morning and I wanted to catch a glimpse of him. Tut.) and back. I cheerily headed home, excited.

The house was empty as usual, I expected that. It was way too early to expect anything but peace filled silence in the place I called home all my life. Although no one was home, I could make a surefire guess as to where everyone could be. Dad would be in his office, probably engaging in a steamy affair with his secretary. Mom would be at the Garden Club (the only thing I knew about them was they were an elusive group of women who gathered around gossiping and crocheting all day) and would only return long enough to prepare dinner. Nate was well, Nate. Probably at the skateboard rink doing what he does best. Maybe even at his records shop, painting (why did Dad not just get him a paint equipment shop instead?). It made no difference to me, although I regretted not stopping at our local food shop to get myself a pokè bowl. Guess who is going to be starving all night? Me. Yup. I might as well go get freshened up after this busy day.

Wait... Have I even introduced myself? Oops-

I'm Ivana. Iva to my family and almost non-existent friends (Good thing I have Merla and Kaythleen). You could refer to me as Iva too, no judgement. You're my friend, aren't you? Well that's me, Iva. A 17 year old who daydreams of pink fluffy clouds and a black glitter storm. Absolutely smitten by her brother's friend, the school's hottie Aiden. I'm the weird kid whose nose is always buried in a book (currently Anne of Green Gables) and can be found either sketching or taking pictures. I liked Aiden, drawing, Polaroids and well... Aiden. His gleaming green eyes, soft structured cheekbones, lightly dusted freckles and tough 6'3 build. His tan skin reflecting a deep wheat colored glow under sunlight. Me? I'm a 5'6 girl, not enough to be tall but still above the norm (I guess?). Pale, light brown eyes, a big button nose and big lips (thanks Gramma Amara and African ancestry). I was evidently thick, wide hips and big, heavy breasts but a narrow waist and a little fupa. I always had my hair in locs, it was my favorite and most versatile protective hairstyle. No I'm not an isolated or bullied nerd. I'm just a weird kid who considers observing human communication more fun than engaging in it. Plus, I don't think anyone would want to hop around the town chasing after a hunk for funsies. I do have fun though- on Minecraft where I speak to my friends (who I've mentioned, hellooo keep up) that live in different countries hehe.That's it about me, I guess.

I decided to make myself a cup of tea because nothing, and I mean it with emphasis, beats a cup of tea. At all. I scrolled my choices with my eyes and settled on one of my favorites. A Lemongrass and Hibiscus blend that always has me feeling warm and cocooned. Water heating and tea bag in cup, I could already imagine how pleasant the crawl into bed would be. After a shower that is, school grime is yucky.

One super cleansing shower later, I was revitalized, reinvigorated and smelling like an island. (Side note, am I the only one obsessed with coconut scented stuff? Just me? Okay...)

I crawled up to my room and into bed, hot cup of tea in hand, knowing fully well it was another dinner 'miss' day... I could only make passable pancakes and Natey (as I called him since we were little) was not here to save me from my horrendous cooking skills. I'd have to make do with a quick drop by at Aiden's i********:, maybe post on my account too. Setting my mug on my beside table, I fluffed my pillows and duvet for maximum comfort (this is your sign to do the same, love!) and curled in, sighing like a comfortable kitten. I proceeded to complete the tests I had in mind, all but slobbering over a shirtless picture of Aiden and my brother as the most recent post. I barely saw Natey, all I saw was a bronzed Adonis and the firmest muscles and abdominals ever. Ughhhhh. I savored the picture before putting my cellphone away. I was yawning already, evidencing how exhausting the day has been. All thoughts of finishing another episode of Gossip Girls flew out of my head, I was occupied with the thoughts of sleeping.

Maybe I'd dream of Aiden tonight.

Tch, maybe not.

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