look up into his big blue eyes, my hand on his cheek.
The rain is falling
harder now, drenching my hair and clothes, though I
try to block it out and
focus only on him. He leans in closer. I think he was
going to kiss me, but I
pulled back. “What are you doing?” I ask, and then he
I awoke with a start, drenched in
sweat. I had been having this dream over and over
again for about a week. Every
time I closed my eyes, he was there. I know that
sounds cliché but it's the
truth. He was always there, in my mind, my thoughts,
my dreams. I didn't know
how to rid myself of the memory, so I had been trying
to ignore it instead.
His name was Blake. He was a singer in
a rock band on campus, a beautiful breath-taking
singer. He was perfect for the
part. When he sang, his voice held so much emotion
that it just drew you in,
even with the harsh rock lyrics. And if that didn't do
it, the glistening of
the sweat on his muscles under the stage lights did.
There wasn't a single
thing wrong with him.
I grabbed my phone. It read seven
twenty in the morning. Of course. Was there ever a day
I didn't wake up before
my alarm? Oh well, no point of going back to bed now.
I got out of bed and
looked at myself in the mirror. My reddish brown hair
was falling out of its
bun and when I took out the hair tie, my hair was a
mess. Great. I tried
brushing it out, but gave up quickly. I opted for a
little bit of black
eyeliner paired with mascara that would leave my long
eyelashes even longer. I
pulled on a pair of jeans and a green v-neck shirt,
bringing out the green in
my hazel eyes. Well, this is probably as good as it's
going to get.
I looked back at the clock. It had
only been twenty minutes. I still had fifteen minutes
before I had to go to
class. It was a nice enough day out so I decided to
take a walk before class. I
walked out to the quad and looked up at the sky. It
was a beautiful sight, the
way the clouds partially covered the sun. It made me
wish I could draw. Oh
well, and I went to continue walking. Before I had
taken two steps, there he
was in front of me, those beautiful blue eyes gazing
into mine. I tried to step
around him, but of course, I tripped over a crack in
the sidewalk and started
to fall. His arm was instantly around me, sparing me
the embarrassment of falling
in the mud.
Instead of letting go, his arm
tightened around me, pulling me closer, not letting me
get away. “Uh, hey!” I
said, loud and embarrassing. Great. Now he's going to
think I'm a freak. “What
are you doing? What's up?” Equally dorky and stupid.
His arms are around me and
I ask, What's up? Typically me. Ugh.
He didn't answer, not right away. He
just stared at me. I didn't know what to do. I was
scared. I wanted to get away
from him, but for some reason, I was drawn to him. I
started to pull away, but
gave up quickly, realizing he wasn't going to let go.
I could only hope that,
like in my dreams, he'd just disappear. But this was
real waking life, not some
stupid eighteen year old's dream.
He pulled me closer, a feat I didn't
even think was possible. Just like in my dreams, his
lips came closer to mine.
But this time, I didn't pull away. I knew I should,
but I also knew it was an
impossibility. The moment our lips touched, he was
Damn it! Why does this happen every
time? I finally get a boy to pay attention to me and
he just disappears. Is
this what normal girls go through? Or is this another
example of my freakiness?
And I would have thought he was a figment of my
imagination, if not for all the
other girls attracted to him too. Every single girl
was attracted to him, and I
honestly didn't blame them. No one knew we were a
thing. A thing, a couple, is
that what we were? I didn't know. Why would I know?
It's not like I have any
experience with boys anyway. But if the others girls
did know, I don't know if
they'd be able to stop themselves even then.
Still, here I was, standing in the
middle of campus, abandoned again. I slowly headed to
class, getting there
early as usual. Everyone started filing in, sitting
down, cell phones out, just
waiting to leave again. The teacher got there and
started to close the door.
And there he was again, Blake, slipping into the class
at the last moment.
He ignored me the entire time, taking
notes vigorously. And me? I ignored the teacher the
entire time. Instead, I
opted for staring at Blake out of the corner of my
eye. Why did he have to be
so attractive? Why did he have to be so mysterious?
Finally, class was over. I made it
through all my other classes, hopelessly trying to put
that morning's encounter
out of my brain. I got back to my room and prepared to
read a book I had been
assigned in class, The Odyssey. The book was
interesting enough to capture my
attention. It was enough to get my mind off him. I
read more than I was
supposed to, just to keep him off my mind. As I was
reading, I stumbled upon a
part involving the lovely ladies of the sea. The ones
who used their
exceptional voices and gorgeous looks to draw in men.
They're called sirens.
Huh, funny. That sounded familiar. Beautiful singing
voices and good looks?
Where did I know that from?
My eyes burning, I set down the book.
Frustrated, I started to think about the sirens. They
could get anyone they
wanted. They had great looks and beautiful voices. I
mean, they killed the men
they got to come near them, but still. I wasn't
gorgeous. I didn't have any
great talents. It just wasn't fair. I couldn't even
keep a guy's attention long
enough to kiss him, let alone kill him. Not that I
wanted to kill anyone. I
guess, I just wanted attention. And now I was thinking
about him again. Him,
wait. That's where I knew it from. What if Blake was a
Siren? How funny would
I looked up at the clock. It read
seven at night. Of course, time flies when you're
feeling hurt, confused, and
bad about yourself. Blake's band was playing tonight
at some local bar in town.
Maybe if I went I could hold his attention long enough
for him to explain what
the hell happened this morning.
I got up and started to get ready. And
by this, I mean I attempted to make myself look cute
with a little help from my
Karli laughed as I pulled out some
makeup. “Do you even know how to put that on?”
“Ugh. Let me help you. Maybe we can
get you looking good for some cute boys! Got your eyes
set on any?”
“Well, uhh...Blake, I guess,” I
stammered. I hadn't actually talked to anyone about
“Blake?! The hottie every girl wants?
Why don't you start a little smaller?This will be like
your first time talking
to a boy, won't it?!” Karli cackled. I was getting
frustrated with her.
“Whatever,” she sighed. “Here, put
your tall brown boots on and that white tank top of
yours and you'll be
perfect!” I listened and did as I was told. And she
was right. I did look good!
Way better than I would have by myself. “Good luck
with the boys, tiger! Don't
break too many hearts!” Karli said with a wink. I
smiled, grabbed my wallet and
my fake I.D., and I was out the door.
I rode with my friends Jenna and Laura
to the club. We flashed our I.D.s and walked in. We
had arrived just in time.
Blake's band was taking the stage and I looked up at
him in amazement. He
looked gorgeous under the lights. He started singing
and it was all I could do
to not shove myself through the crowd of people and
hurl myself on stage. I
found myself drawn to him. I just couldn't get away. I
looked over at my
friends and they all had the same look in their eyes.
Puppy love, lust,
adoration, whatever you want to call it. They were all
just as drawn to him as
I was, although, as far as I knew, I was the only one
he actually had contact
with. His band played a few songs and I swear, every
time he looked out into
the crowd, our eyes met. It felt like fate.
“He's gorgeous,” Jenna sighed.
“I'd do anything to get him to even
look at me,” Laura gushed.
They were staring at me expectantly,
because I hadn't said anything. “What about you?”
“He...uh he's amazing. I also wish
he'd look at me.” Shit. Now I sounded like some
awkward robot teenager. Jenna
and Laura just gave me a confused look and went back
to dancing to the music.
Finally, the band decided to take a
break and I decided I needed some air to clear my head
before I said anything
weirder. I walked out into the alley on the side of
club. The cold air hit my
face, and I realized it was starting to rain. A door
on the side of the
building opened and there he was, clouding my thoughts
right back up.
As if being controlled by some outside
force, I was being pulled closer to him, until his
arms were around me. I
looked up at him, and he looked at me. We just stood
there, staring, for what
seemed like forever.
I realized that he wasn't looking at
me with love. He was looking at me with, well almost
hunger. He seemed almost
angry. Still, I was held there, wanting to run but
being unable to. Then it hit
me, his good looks, his beautiful voice. Suddenly, the
idea was there. Just one
Just like always, his lips came
closer, but not mine. Not this time. I looked up at
him in disbelief, not even
noticing that the rain was soaking through my clothes
and making my makeup run
down my face. “You are a siren,” I whispered.
“I know,” he replied, still getting
It took all my might not to fall into
his deadly trap. “Why me?”
He smiled down at me, then frowned.
“Why not?” he said with a smile spreading across his
I pulled my knee back and then shoved
it hard into his stomach. He let out a horrible groan.
Good. He deserved that.
I looked for somewhere to run and saw someone on the
sidewalk at the end of the
alley. I ran toward them, my mouth open to scream, but
my foot caught on a
rock. Leave it to me to be clumsy in the most
inopportune times. Ugh! I started
to get back up and felt his hands on me.
“That's it. This is over. Now,” he
grumbled down at me.
“Seriously? Those are the last words I
get to hear? You couldn't come up with anything better
“Deal with it, bitch. You deserve
what’s coming to you.”
As he pulled me up, I grabbed my cell
phone from my pocket and dialed speed dial number one,
Karli. “Let me go!” I
yelled. “You’ll never get away with this.” I was
kicking and screaming, but I
needed help. Like now. Or I wasn’t going to survive
He raised me in the air, as if he was
going to throw me down on the ground and smash my head
open. I started
screaming. Then a door slammed open. It slammed right
into Blake. I tumbled to
Karli was standing above me. “Geez,
the one guy you decide to fall for turns out to be
“Well, you know my luck.”
Luckily, Karli had grabbed security on
her way over. They dragged Blake up and shoved him
into a police car, while
Karli and I just stood in that alleyway. As they
turned on the sirens and drove
away, I swear he smirked at me, as if this wasn’t over