Behind Her Blue Eyes e-bog

I'd never seen her in the lunchroom before, or for that matter, anywhere else on campus. I'm sure I would remember if I had. After all, even in Texas, it's not everyday one sees a college girl wearing black jeans, a starched white western shirt, and snake-skin western boots. The only thing missing from the look was a wide brimmed cowboy hat.She was a few people ahead of me in line, so I hadn't seen her face yet. Still, the way her long black hair dangled across the white of her shirt and three-quarters down her back was striking. Her long legs and her tight round ass . . . the words to a Zac Brown song 'Chicken Fried' came to mind, '... a pair of jeans that fit just right ...'Yes, some of that, please.' I said to the woman behind the counter without looking. I didn't really care what would eventually end up on my plate. Whatever it was, it wasn't worth taking my eyes off of the beauty in line in front of me.After paying for her food, she turned and began walking toward me. I couldn't have spoken if I wanted. She was drop dead gorgeous. She noticed me staring, but instead of giving me a 'dream on' sneer, she smiled right at me. I was lost in that smile and the most beautiful blue eyes I'd ever seen, until being snapped back to reality by another server.While getting the rest of my lunch and paying for it, I forced myself not to turn around to see where she was sitting. I knew my heart would sink if she had joined a group of gaggling girls, or worse yet, a boyfriend.When I did take up my tray and turn toward the room, I almost walked right into a table when I spotted her sitting alone. Even after her showing me that fleeting but inviting smile, I knew the chances of her giving me so much as the time of day were slim and none, but I couldn't help myself. I was drawn to her like a moth to a porch light, completely willing to accept her inevitable rejection and sulk away to eat alone in the corner...