Alex, Yuki's crush

Originally written by Apollo at writing.com

"Oh my god," Yuki breathed.

On sight, the color drained from her face. Her arms and legs gave out, audibly splaying her back across the floor. She could hear her own shallow breathing, and felt her heart beat in her ears. Silent prayers hoped for mercy, in the form of time reversing or the end of the world. It was already the latter for Yuki, so why not rope in everyone else? Anything that would stop this situation from advancing. Out of all the people in this school, why did she have to run into Alex?

Alexander Shriver only had a Language Arts class with Yuki, and it marked the only good thing about the class. A variety of reasons made Yuki hate the class, and initially she'd try to be late and shorten the agony whenever possible. That all changed a week into the year, when her knees buckled at the sight of Alex - though her friends weren't exactly sure why, believing he was pretty average looking. Since there were no assigned seats, Yuki made it a habit to go in after Alex and try to snatch a seat next to him. Besides making him eye candy, it sparked a few conversations related to the class, allowing Yuki to melt at the eloquence in his soothing tenor voice, and lock sights with his hazel eyes.

A soft yelp echoed around the hall as a blush spread across Yuki's face. Alex's eyes were consuming much more than just her face! With her arms weightlessly lying beside her and her legs spread eagle, Yuki offered a full frontal that Alex accepted. She frantically changed that and offered him no more, and instantly wished she'd been slower. The tense, forceful movements of her limbs made every inch of her jiggle, only making the view more tantalizing before she covered up, and her face more crimson after. The lithe Asian would have died if she learned the janitors had cleaned the floors today - rising to her knees on the spotless floor briefly flashed her backside to Alex, leaving her no secrets.

Yuki opened her mouth, hoping to ask Alex for help, apologize for running into him, or even just to greet him. All that passed her quivering lip was a stuttered groan. The quiver quickly spread to the rest of her body, replacing her embarrassment with total fear. Deep inside Yuki's mind, the rational part of her was screaming. Its message was a simple and obvious one: she doesn't know anything about Alex! How does she know he'll actually help, not make things worse? He dislikes the teacher and class, but that's all they've discussed. Before his jeans bulged just now, there had never been a sign of affection from him.

The intent of this thought had been to tell Yuki to run like there was a fire under her, but all it did was whip her emotions into a frenzy and paralyze her body. While she wanted to get away from Alex, the only way the fear-stricken Yuki was getting out of this was if Alex made a move.