The Second Meeting

*I can't stop thinking about him. No, more accurately, I can't stop thinking about his eyes. Oh, yes, those eyes. So cold, so full of chill that hell would freeze over. But there's no malice, no anger, and yet I felt chills run down my spine when I saw them. It makes me want to know more - about him and the secret behind those eyes. I wonder if they can show a different emotion, something below the surface of the water. I wonder what it would take to swim to the bottom of those seemingly depth-less eyes, so full yet so empty...*

That was a week ago, and now the school is enveloped in a wildfire of gossip about him. Yes, him. He's here, and I don't know why. He's become the eye of the storm in a school stale with untouched waters. All everyone can talk about is the drop-dead gorgeous guy waiting at the gate and all they want to know is who for.

Of course, I didn't know it was him at first, but news travels fast when it's the only new thing that's happened in months. Especially when there's a hot guy involved, considering the school is 70% female. So I guess this is our second meeting - or at least as far as I'm aware as I've not formally met him - but that's beside the point.