The Boy in the Hall.

There is a tall dark haired boy at school, whom I pass twice a day I never say a word to him nor him to me. He smells of a strong cologne, which he wears quite well, not too much not too little...Just enough. I always enjoy to see him, with the white smile that you would only see on a movie-star. He has a built figure with skin that has been kissed by the sun. He seems to be either a hockey player or a big hockey fan, I say this because he always has on something to promote Miami Hockey. He has eyes the color of a dark stormy night, which captivate you the second that you see them. I hear him talk from behind me and his voice very deep and calming, he one day was mad about a teacher and was telling his girlfriend about it and he didn't sound mad but his word choice mad it very clear that he was. I hope that one day I may have a conversation with this handsome, calm stranger so that I can be released from the spell that his dark mysterious eyes cast on my unprepared mind.