Quick entry before I go off to see Jurassic Park 3.
Nothing much to do again today... but things turned interesting during our time in the gym. The "backpack boy" (as C dubbed him) was there practicing basketball with his teamates. So, in the midst of the others' gawking stares I managed to scribble something for this entry on a piece of paper:
Yeah, so he's gorgeous. He exhudes that potent mixture of pheromones and Anchor Blue cologne. Everyone in the room is drawn to him the moment he appears. Whether he knows of it or not, each gesture, each movement is sensual, seductive. In a word, the stuff that romance novels are written for. Blode hair bleached with the dark roots seeping through. His head occasionally cocks to the side.
Yes, standing in thecenter of the court with his hands on his hips; even when he's at his most arrogant, the hardness of that slim build with the intoxication of the attitude he radiates with, the attention in the room he commands as he jumps, shoots, and manipulates the ball like it was a brush and he the painter.
The girls around me are either taking small stares and chiding away, or just blatanly focus their gaze on him the entire time. And I can't help but steal a few glances myself.
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