My Jasper

May 7, 2010
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Jasper didn't look like the others around him. His tall, musculed body looked like he was curved out of the stone, hard but smooth perfect lines creating a breathtaking relief. Pale cold skin had a soothing effect even if you just look at it. Wide, deep honey eyes were mouthwatering, forcing you to drawn in them. Straight nose and thin, wide lips looked balanced on his face. Bronze, reddish-brown hair stood up still, pointing in every direction. Even though he was just a student from High School, his expression was dangerous and cold, as tiger's, but intelligent, calm and still, as panther's look. He started to walk towards me, almost flying above the floor of the cafeteria, wide crooked smile appearing on his face. "Wouldn't you like to join me and sit with me on me table while we eat? My name is Jasper, but you can call me Jazz." I was frozen in shock.

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