Isis awoke the next morning at 10am, a result of staying up late to complete her assignments. She hated having work pile up on her so she completed it all and felt weirdly relieved. She planned to take the day to calm herself, something that can only happen when she was alone.
She did her laundry and cleaned her house, cooked and sat down at around two for lunch. Her mind wasn’t settled though and she was unconsciously moving the food around her plate with a fork. Her phone took that time to vibrate on the dining table and she realised it was a text from Alex.
Lex perused the masquerade, feeling somewhat elated by the fact that he was indistinguishable. He adjusted his white and gold mask that covered his entire forehead but extended only to half of his face. The overall colour was white with an acrylic effect. The gold highlighted the eyelids and accentuated the mask.Lex stood in the furthest corner ensuring that the darkened room hid him. He was privy to observing, something he only did when he was out of sight. There were countless couples attending, he saw them cuddling and everything else short of fornication. He also saw his fellow professors with their dates and one would think that the room was occupied by
”You don’t have to go.” His voice was low and he was battling to maintain the steadiness of his tone but he was certain he sounded shaken and angry.Isis paused and stilled, her lower lip caught by her teeth in contemplation. And Lex wasn’t aware that he was holding his breath.“You don’t need to be so nice. I will be fine.” She replied after much contemplation and without waiting for Mr Greyson to reply, Isis turned and stalked off in the opposite
Isis was still basking in the aftermath of her shame as she sat at her usual seat in Mr. Greyson’s class. She didn’t want to be here nor did she want to see him. The irrational side of her, though, was anticipating his arrival. Isis drew out her notebook and began shading with her pencil, the chatter of the students fading away as her thoughts drew her in. She thought of the masquerade, every instance playing vividly in her mind as if she were experiencing it at that exact moment. But when it fast forwarded to their moment of flying to close to the sun, Isis withdrew from her thoughts. She didn’t have the constitution to think deeply about it. About how much she wanted it to happen. About how humiliated she felt by being rejected.
Lex ran his hands over his face; he knew kissing her was undoubtedly a horrible idea. Two days had gone by and the image was vividly replaying in his mind. He couldn't concentrate and what was worse was the fact that he didn't want to. The only thing that gave him closure was knowing that ending everything before it could begin was the best thing...for them both. But did it really end?He graded his papers with that thought it mind, it was all
Isis tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. She was royally late this morning and forsook grooming her hair, like usual, so it was uncombed and unbound but she hadn't time to worry about that. Earphones plugged in, she sat at a bench on the university grounds while she was getting a head start on one of her assignments.She typed furiously in her notebook. She hated doing last-minute work so she wanted to finish the assignment and get it out of the way.Her concentration was fixed on the s
Mondays were nobody's favorite and Lex was no exception. It always felt tiresome to him after two full days at home, yet the thought of this Monday had him even more fatigued than usual. He moved slower this morning. He ate breakfast leisurely and as for getting dressed he pulled on a plaid shirt which sported varying shades of blue. He would usually give a little more consideration to what he wore but at the moment it wasn't of consequence. He settled himself into his car and sighed heavily as he pulled out of his driveway.Isis took a longer time than usual to get dressed this morning. She wasn't sure why, but she was in a mood to at least try and look femi
Weekends were as close to a safe- haven as possible for Isis, but the past weekend was a blur. She felt guilty for snapping at Mr. Greyson even though her mind kept justifying her reaction. She knew he was being ridiculous but she felt horrible, after all, he was her teacher!Presently. Isis passed her fingers through her disheveled hair and focused on her research. She was at school, making use of the Library. She didn't particularly admire the dull setting but it was better than staying outdoors where she might run into Mr. Greyson. She wasn't quite ready for that. Her next class with him was further down the week and she was adamant to prolong their inevit
Isis withheld the event from Alex, trying in her own way to forget it. It didn't seem fair to Isis, she finally found a guy she was ardently fond of but a relationship was impractical. She spent most of her time with Oliver in an attempt to lessen the impact since she meditated on it when she was alone. She knew that that moment of weakness between her and Mr. Greyson was just that-a moment and that it held no sway over their future, after all, he didn't mention otherwise.Mr. Greyson's mood was constant towards Isis, it wasn't sugary nice but after all, that was not a word that could be used in conjunction with his name. He was still intimidating but n