Let's face it, Skyler is a bad bitch. So why was she questioning herself? Between her lame as boyfriend Mikeal and the fact that she's struggling with Spanish class has her asking the same Is she good enough? Good enough for her new fine ass tutor Joel, it seems.
Skyler was taking her notebook and book from her "Little Mermaid" bag when she noticed someone walk past her and settle in the seat behind her. After she got settled she had a silent debate with herself, deciding whether to turn around and introduce herself to him or not. Curiosity got the best of her, and she slowly turned around in her seat.
She faced Joel to find him staring a some Spanish notes, oblivious to the attention she was giving him. She silently studied him. She didn't understand how she hadn't noticed him before. He was...beautiful. Not in a gay or metro dude sort of way. But in a manly beautiful way. His feather-like blond locks fell over his eyes. Her eyes followed the contours of his nose—straight....crook, but beautiful crook...straight...slightly flared nostril. They then lowered to his pink, pouty, top lip with the cutest cupid's bow. Her gaze then lifted to his eyes. Deep ocean blue and large, that seemed aware to everything...and staring right back at her.