Astraea's POV
Those black eyes laced with golden strings were the only things visible in front of me. So alluring, and so... mysterious.
I felt that it was waiting for me to approach but at the same time going far, far away from me.
But, I couldn't stop myself. I kept on going forward, desperate to reach them. Suddenly as if everything stopped.
I waited, again.
It was coming near me. Those eyes seemed a bit glassy but didn't deviate from mine.
And before I could take a proper look at the mystery before me, a bright light flashed making me blind for an instant.
The next moment I opened my eyes, it was a cream coloured ceiling with little lights hanging from them. Looking towards the left, my dear mother stood before the open window.
Ah.. a dream. Shouldn't have watched those stupid movies.
"First day of college and you are still on the bed. Wakey wakey."
Her soft voice literally cooed at me.
My mom and dad were literally the best parents to me as well as the best partners to each other. Even after so many years of marriage they were still like high school sweethearts by heart.
It was endearing and it also gave a broad spec on how I would like my future partner to be.
My Greek mother, Zoe Adamos, was just a little free-spirited college girl when she met my dad, Nathaniel Kingston, the brooding , hot American specimen accompanying his father on a business meet.
All it took was a little bump in a beautiful aesthetic café and my dad was head over heels for my mother, I have heard their stories like hundred timed yet my dad never ceased to proudly boast about it nor it was enough to make me stop feel all mushy-mushy about them.
I ran off towards the bathroom. A quick shower and then I went to my closet.
Since the weather was a little chilly today, I went for a high neck white top with a mini pink checkered skirt and paired it with a thigh-length pink jacket. The black pantyhose under the skirt gave a cute yet sexy look.
Opting for a white sneaker, I came down to see my Dad already seated in the breakfast table with a newspaper in his hand.
Giving him a quick kiss on the cheek and doing the same with my mom , I took a toast from the plate and ran outside just in time to see a Blue sedan rolling over. A highly over-energetic black haired girl was waving to me through the window.
"Hey bestie!!!. Emily's as always super hyped, chirpy voice greeted me.
Chuckling, I quickly sat on the passenger seat as we were off to the university.
"So..." I looked over her, she was already giving me her evil smirk.
"So from what I, of course HEARD and didn't gossip is that Jacob's father is rumored to have an explicit affair with their maid. Oh!... Do you remember Kelly, the king soul from our second year of high school, I HEARD she got a boyfriend who apparently plays for NFL, yes hard to believe. My neighbor --"
My stupidly loud laugh cut her off. I have known this girl for my entire life, but it still surprised me how she has the news of each and everyone she came across.
"Seriously, how do you even manage to HEAR all these gossips huh?. Just come clean, will you ?" She laughed.
"Well not my fault that Jacob's elder brother was a night stand of mine and he just blabbered you know. And it is definitely not my fault that my last to last to lasty night stand happened to be Kyle, a NFL player, who also the next morning got slapped by his girlfriend for cheating on her. The sweet little me, coincidentally happened to be there."
She innocently shrugged but I could still see the smile ready to rip off her façade.
"You really manage to end up in all sorts of situations."
I said, hardly managing to keep the smile off my face.
She laughed and started sharing some more of her gossips. Ten minutes later, the huge white building of the campus cam into the view.
Emily parked her blue Sedan. We parted ways as she was a dance major while my interest has always been about art and mythology. Walking through the corridor I finally reached my given lecture room. It was huge, built like auditorium-style. The whole background was painted with soft ivory giving it the perfect soft and soothing vibe.
Moving through the aisle, I took a seat at the middle of the room. Since, we arrived early, the room was almost empty with a few people busy in their own work.
Well explains, since it's just the first day for all of us.
Within a few minutes, the class was almost full. I felt someone sitting near the seat beside me.
A girl. Her brown hair beautifully caught in pigtail buns giving her a cute, soft look. I could see her legs bouncing in a fast rhythm, her hands constantly pulling the end of her full sleeve cream top.
She was too nervous.
"Hey, you ok?" My voice must have startled her. She looked at me with wide eyes under her round spectacled.
"Oh!..Hi!...Hello!... My name is Miranda Jones. I am a student of the Arts major. I mean I like to paint. Always have. My mother was an artist during her early days. Yeah, so have been learning by seeing her. I once did a coffee painting and --"
She took a deep breath and gave a very very embarrassed smile.
"Sorry, it's just I'm too nervous. You know first impression and all that."
I gave her a small smile.
"I understand. I am Astraea Kingston." She smiled back.
Soon the professor entered. She was a small woman with her hairs tied in a tight bun. The spectacles almost falling over her nose as she tried to balance the huge pile of papers and nearly falling over the table. Though she managed.
"Err....I hope she does a good job." I found my voice coming out in a small whisper.
"She better." Miranda spoke while looking so intently at the small woman that I almost felt she was going to burn that petite creature into ashes.
Feeling my gaze she looked at me and gave a dazzling big toothed -smile.
"I mean , if not we would have to suffer, don't you think ?"
I gave a small shrug.
A high pitched voice gained our attention.
"So students, I am Ms. Krystal Brendon. This is your mythology class as you know. So forgetting the introductions we will start with the first topic of the session. It's The historical myths and stories."
It was just me o or my imagination, but it looked like she was staring straight at me, speaking directly to me.
"I hope you find this very interesting."
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The class was over and surprisingly, I did enjoy it.
"So, what's next for you." Miranda spoke from beside me.
"It's Aesthetic Art, looks like we are not together, huh ?"
"Unfortunately. Hey, I hear the senior's are going to have the first game of this season tomorrow and the football time is like the talk of the university. So would you like to join me ?"
I nodded and walked out with her.
"Sure, I'll tell Emily to join us, uh.. she's my best friend. Hope you won't mind.
"Of course not, the more the merrier."
"Well, I am not a sports enthusiast, so hopefully it won't be boring."
Miranda chuckled.
She hold my hand and gave a tight squeeze, looking into my eyes, she spoke with a smile I couldn't decipher.
"Trust me, you are going to love it."
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Astraea's POV
The classes were almost over for the day. It was the game night. The juniors were really very excited, apparently the football team is like the hot shot in the entire university.
All I heard in the corridors and classes were girls fangirling over the players and how excited were they to grab any of theirs's attention.
Typical college wannabees...
Walking out the entrance, I watched Emily laughing on Miranda's awkward expression. I was amazed that it didn't really took long for Miranda to be close with Emily and me.
But then again, considering Emily's charming smile and all time innocent intentions (note the sarcasm), it wouldn't be tough to like her.
As I reached them, their attention diverted towards me. Miranda waved at me, relieved to be at her rescue probably.
"Ready to go ?"
I shook my head.
"Well, I need to make a visit to Mr. Connor's office. He wants to speak to me about something. You guys weren't picking up your phones, so I thought to come and inform you."
Emily had a sly smirk.
"The good girl already caused trouble. How shameful!!!."
"Hey, I haven't done anything yet. Maybe it's related to the entrance assignments ... well , at least I hope it is."
Miranda frowned. "So you are joining us for the game right ?"
"Of course, I'll join you guys in the field."
Agreeing, they both settled down as the blue sedan sped off the premises.
I walked back towards the building.
Mr. Connor was our Aesthetic Arts 's Professor. A tall man with a chiseled jaw, jet-black hair. He was quite competent in terms of his job. And that man was someone you can't joke around.
His face has been so stiff throughout the lectures, that it makes people wonder if it is permanently glued or not.
Knocking on his door, I waited patiently for a reply.
However not getting any, I knocked again and waited. The office was built at the end of the second floor, since no one was there, the corridor felt really eerie and so silent.
I turned the knob and the door was open.
Should I go in ?....well he did told me to come into his office.
I entered the office and it was dark, just a table lamp glowing. As expected that grumpy man wasn't even here.
There was a large window, one could see the forest near the university. The leaves were, turned a little yellowish, all ready to fall. It was beautiful.
I walked over the window and the chilly wind blew my blonde hairs in all direction. The sensation of the cold air was really soothing. It was calming and so was the scene, very serene.
But what caught my eyes, were not only the view but the boy sitting under one of the trees. His back rested on the tree, eyes closed. The black shirt was so beautifully fitted on him, that I could almost feel those robust and rugged muscles. His skin was so pale and rough. The light wind rustled his black hairs, movement so hurried, that I feared he may woke up. The drowning sun kissed his face , those orange shade made his skin glow. A sudden rush of burn spread through my heart as, I felt stupidly jealous over the mocking gold now slowly hiding among the clouds. I wondered if my hands would feel the same on his skin.
And before I knew it, unknowingly my fingers tried to reach him, a sudden pang hit me so hard on that distance between us.
What was happening ?
Then suddenly as if everything halted when those beautiful honey-like golden eyes looked straight at me. His stare was so intense, I felt every fiber of my body burning. He didn't blink nor did I.
His eyes just stayed on me. A hidden surprise and shock coursed in them, yet he was able to mask it so well. But the most awakening thing was somehow, I was able to read him, so well and so easily.
A little cool stir in my hand, diverted my attention, they suddenly felt so cool as if I dipped them in frozen river. A chilling sensation raked my spine.
Looking over my shoulder, I caught a glimpse of a blue hue rippled around me. Like they were made up of strands, silvery white strands, just like those northern lights, moving yet still.
It was beautiful yet so scary.
Hesitantly, I touched a strand, it was the same bone chilling feel.
Very familiar yet long forgotten.
They moved with the motion of my hands. My fingers easily contorted and scattered them. It felt like a sudden power coursed through each and every pore of mine.
It felt so homely and welcoming.
Just like that, in an instant, the room was brightened and those waves disappeared. No trace, nothing.
"Ms. Kingston ?"
I looked over the door. Ms. Brendon stood their confusedly gawking at me.
"What are you doing here ?"
I looked towards the window and the guy was long gone.
Was it really some kind of stupid imagination? I mean it did felt so dreamy.
Ms. Brendon raised one of her eyebrows, clearly waiting for me to speak something. I cleared my throat and gave her an awkward smile.
"I-I was waiting for Mr. Connor. He wanted to speak to me."
The small woman frowned. "It's already 6 in the evening. Were you waiting for 2 hours ?. Well, everyone left though. You can speak to him tomorrow."
Two hours ?.....What?....How?....When?
Just now I was admiring the sun setting glow on that guy's...wait the guy....the light.
I really was imagining.
Now that I looked from the window, it was really dark.
"Ms. Kingston !!!!!!... Are you okay ?....You are spacing out a lot."
Ms. Brendon's voice brought me back. An expression of concern was laced over her face.
"I am sorry. I'll get going now."
I rushed out of the building as fast as I can.
The parking lot was completely empty.
What was happening ?
My phone buzzed, Emily's name flashed on it.
"WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU ?...THE GAME IS ABOUT TO START."
Right the game...
"Uh.. On the way. Did you guys saved me a seat ?"
"You bet we did. Now move your ass and be fast." Saying she cut the phone before even I could reply.
Since the field was just near the building, it didn't took me long to reach.
It was completely packed. Screams, cheers...It ringed my ears.
I found my two friend seated in the middle row. Emily was still yapping our university's name. While Miranda, looked anxious.
But as soon as she saw my face, a relief spread over her features.
"I thought you were going to miss it." She said holding my arm and pushing me over the seat between her and Emily.
"Well , I did promised you guys."
"So how was it? Are you okay ?" She asked. I looked at her confused. Her face was completely void of any emotion. The sudden drop of her pitch suddenly made me a bit anxious.
What is she talking about ?.. Is it about that weird -
"The Meeting with professor. How was it? "
Right, of course, the professor. Damn you Astraea!!!!... Stop overthinking.
"Um... yes it was fine. Just some assignments."
"Hey what are you talking about?. It's going to start."
Thank you Emily.
We looked over the field and indeed, both the teams were jogging their way towards the center.
Loud screams echoed around the field. The players waved at the audience.
Soon the captains of both the team joined the referee.
Our university team was indeed very calm and collected unlike the other one who were apparently busy blowing flying kisses to the girls, instead of focusing on their captain.
The toss happened and our team got the kick start.
I watched our captain moving back towards his team.
He had a great built. Neither too bulky nor too lean.
Almost perfect with ample muscles and a hard body. The blue jersey felt like a second layer on his skin.
Suddenly he stopped in the middle of the field, I watched him looking over the audience.
A gasp escape my lips.
Under the helmet, I could see those honey-pool eyes. The same ones I saw earlier.
Not imagination. He is real. As real as the a reality can be.
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