It’s only my first story, and it’s not all action. Just to brief you 😉

He was tall, dark and excruciatingly beautiful. I was jealous from the moment I saw him. Even though I had quite a way with “the ladies”, the lady I wanted was surely going to fall for this new guy. His face was not “handsome” in the way that models are handsome. Male models all look the same: small, blue eyes, light brown hair, extremely muscular, too much facial hair. This guy was like that in no way. He was tall – I’d say about 6”2 – and slim, though power seemed to radiate from him. His face seemed hollow and gaunt. He wasn’t good-looking in a traditional way, but something about him was so special, you had to look. And she was, too – the prettiest girl in my year – she was looking right at him. Jealousy coloured my features. It took some time before I realized she didn’t look fascinated or anything like it. She looked scared, worried. Of course, this was exactly what I felt for this dark creature that had suddenly walked through the doorway into our lives, but up until this moment I thought I feared him because he was going to take the girl I wanted. Now I realized almost everyone in the class looked at him with anxiety. He glowered at us in a scary way. Now he lifted his head just a touch and said in a throaty voice: “Hello”. Some students murmured something unintelligible. Without first betraying any sign he was about to move, he started off towards an empty seat in the back of the class, making a few fellow students jump from surprise. He sat up very straight and looked only at the blackboard, seeming oblivious to the rude staring of everyone else. The teacher, who was also caught off-guard by everything about the situation, needed a few seconds to reassemble his thoughts before awkwardly introducing this new student as Mr. Elliot Finn, who would be joining our classes from now on. Elliot’s eyes flashed about the classroom when his name was mentioned, by means of acknowledgement. Everyone seemed to settle down by this act that resembled normal human behavior. The class continued.
As we divided up into fours for some project, Elliot stayed alone. My group, consisting of Audra (the girl I liked), my best friend George and myself, still was one man short. Audra, who was kind-hearted and immediately felt guilty, waved him over. He had been looking our way, not in the insecure, skittish way you would expect a newcomer to be, but with the confident look of someone who already knows what’s going to happen and is just waiting politely for the sign to be given. He was giving us the opportunity to think we had had a choice in allowing him near us. He sat down in between Audra and George. “Okay, so, uhm”, Audra started, but she was interrupted. “We each do one part of the assignment. Then we send it to each other. We check each other’s work and pick out any mistakes. Then we put it together. I will do part A, which is the hardest”. This was all said very matter-of-factly. I was the only one who seemed not to immediately accept this. Just for the hell opposing him, I said: “No, I will do part A.