PRESENT
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 it was waiting for me to approach but at the same time going far , far way from me.But, I couldn't stop myself. I kept on going forwards, desperate to reach to 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 light 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 cafe and my dad was head over heels for my mother. I have heard their stories like hundred times yet my dad never ceased to proudly boat about it nor it was enough to make me stop feel all mushy-mushy about them.Nodding to my mother, I ran off towards the bathroom. A quick shower 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 on the breakfast table with a newspaper in his hands.Giving him a quick kiss on the cheeks 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. Soon a black haired girl was waving to me.
"Hey bestie !!!!." Emily's as always over-energetic 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 rumoured to have an explicit affair with their maid. Oh!!..Do you remember Kelly, the kind soul from our second year of high school, I HEARD she got a boyfriend who apparently plays for NFL, yes hard to believe. My neighbour....."My stupidly loud laugh cut her off. I have known this girl for my entire life, but it still surprises me how she has the news of each and everyone she come 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 Jacobs' 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 night stand happened to be Kyle 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 facade."You really manage to end up in all sorts of situation." I said, hardly managing to keep the smile off my face.She laughed and started sharing some more of her gossips. Soon we reached the university.We parted ways as she was a dance major while my criteria has always been art and mythology.Walking through the corridor I finally reached my given lecture room. It was huge built with an 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 few people busyin 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. I looked over, it was a girl.Her brown hair was 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 spectacles."Oh!..Hi!!..Hello!!!.. My name is Miranda. I am a student of the arts major. I mean I like to paint. Always have. My mother was an artist during her younger days. Yeah , so have been learning by seeing her. I once did a coffee paintaing and--"She took a deep breath and gave a very very embarassed 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 Astrea Kingston."She gave a smile. 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 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.Feeling my gaze she looked over me and gave a dazzling big-toothed smile,"I mean, if not we 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 or my imagination, but it looked like she looked straight at me, speaking to me."I hope you find this very interesting." --------------------------------------------------- The class was over, but 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 ?""Hey, I heard the senior's are going to have a game tomorrow. The football team is like the talk of the university. So would you join me ?" I nodded and walked out with her."Sure, I'll tell Emily to join us, uh..she's is 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 in my eyes, she spoke with a smile I couldn't decipher."Trust me it's going to be very interesting."Astraea' 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 corridor and classes, were girls fangirling over the players and how excited were they to grab any one of their'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 gave a small wave. "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. "Th
Chapter 3 Astraea's POV My eyes were just on him, his sun-like glazing eyes. It felt like a sin to fight shyness off them. An unfathomable feeling. The calls of the team made him came back to the real world, breaking the eye contact, he jogged back towards the group. The number 7 on his jersey wasn't the only thing helping me recognize him. It was his whole aura, the way he moved, the way his eyes coordinated with every move around him, the way his dominance yet an amicable control was there hovering around the whole team, following and listening to him. Geez, stalker alert !!!!!!. The whistle broke my drooling period over the handsome hunk. The game started but my eyes were glued to him. He was fast and I mean very very fast. Calculated moves and really sharp skills. One of the player with number 11 was well coordinated with our captain. Even though the whole team was doing their best, but somehow this 7-11 duo were really giving everyone a good game. They were so in sync tha
Astraea's POV I woke up feeling distressed. Sweat ran through the curved of my skin. The dark trunks of the forest were long gone replaced by the soft-colored walls of my room. A dream, again? I stumbled over to the window, still feeling overwhelmed by all those incidents. It was still dawn. The sky was still dark.My skin had reminiscent of the cold. It wasn't a dream. It couldn't be. The feeling was too true to be a dream. My eyes gazed over the forest's horizon as if waiting for anything which could possibly prove that it wasn't just the young adult mind knitting stories in my subconscious mind. I didn't know how long I sat near the window, but my mom's voice definitely broke the stance. I dragged myself to get ready for the ready. Descending the stairs, the scene was the same as every day. My parents were being the cutest couple ever, except I couldn't cherish it today. My mind was too blank for anything to grasp. Somehow, eating breakfast and trying my best to give hearty
Astraea's POV My laugh echoed through the whole room as I watched my mom getting embarrassed under Dad's sleazy flirty lines. She glared at him then smiled menacingly. Turning towards me, her eyes gleamed with mischief. "You know, your Uncle James was just 15 when we were in college. There was a great buzz about the Transformers movie in his school, so he begged me to take him to watch it. And of course being the stalker your father and his friends were, they were also there at the movies. I was waiting for James to come back from the restroom, when Nate approached me. Do you know what he said ?" She looked at Dad with a smirk. "He said and I quote. 'If you were a Transformer you would be Optimus Fine.'." I chuckled, looking over at Dad, who casually cut his steak and shrugged at me. "What?, I thought it was cool." "Cool?, You said that line with such a straight face and sweating like a half cooked chicken, that it took me a whole minute to realize that you were flirting." She a
Astraea's POV The dryness clawed my throat as I woke up. The air rush seemed too slow, as I gasped for breath. Sweat made the fragile, light nightdress clinked to my skin like an inferior layer. Slowly and steadily, I felt my heart slow down. The breathing became normal which made me focus things around. Again, I was back in the warmth of my comfort zone. My hands shook as I tried to wipe the sweat off my face. However, it wasn't the only thing. My eyes, they were teary. I was crying.Because I was scared. I tried to tell myself but no , I knew in my heart that it wasn't fear, rather the presence of an unknown fragment in my soul making me awakened with a painful process. The tears were the proof. Nonetheless, this time it was different. I couldn't remember anything I dreamed off. Nothing, it was all blank but the pain in my heart spoke a different story. It was so intense and familiar that it felt like an old friend I had carried with me for evermore. The kind of friend who is t
Astraea's POVAn enchanted beauty which spread cold through every fiber of your skin, but when closer, it burns you with a passion and longing no one has ever seen.I looked at my image in the mirror. How beautiful she was that could make Zeus so lost and devoted to her ?.Were my natural grassy eyes too dull in front of her.Can my smile be as enchanted as hers ?My hands slowly stroked the edge of my dusty golden hair, caressing my waist.The light coloured strands, so soft and silky that one wouldn't mind getting tangled in while taking their last breath.How smooth were those tendrils, that could portray her as a innocent, hidden sin. I sighed. Stop it!!!!...... She is just an inspiration. An inspiration to give a face to Zeus's view of emotions. How are you so sure?Because people can't change. They would still be the same whether it is fall or rain, snow or midsummer. It's just his insight.Of course, just a timely thought to create his artistry.The day was really tiring and
Astraea's POV My gaze was stuck on the wall, mind blank as I sipped my coffee. The sweet-bitter taste helped me to calm down the nerves, but it was still not helpful enough to resist the urge of banging my head on the wall. Emily snorted beside me. "How come I have never noticed this before ?" From the moment I told her about the weird interactions between me and Zeus, this was her reaction. Nonetheless she was pretty surprised and excited about my plans with Zeus. "Ok, but I really don't get the problem here ?. You are interested in Zeus, so go ahead and blew him off his mind." I sighed. "Not that easy Em. The dimensions between us is really weird." "Weird?..How so?" "It's just ...I-I can't explain. You know the stupid feeling of knowing each other from the time I don't even remember. My feelings for him, I mean I don't even know what I feel for him. It's like an unexplainable pull towards him. And Zeus..one moment he ignores me like a plague and the next moment he invites me
Astraea's POV It was the morning of Saturday. The weather was a little cold. My plan today was to hang out with Zeus, I quickly took a shower and went into the closet to choose an outfit that had me stuck for the past twenty minutes. Finally, after almost crawling inside the wardrobe and throwing clothes all over the room, I found a decent attire. I wore the skinny black jeans and paired them with a beautiful lace top. Considering the weather, it is wise to wear a jacket. And then finally finishing the outfit with Stiletto stretch black boots. A car horn distracted me from my little venture in the room. A looked from my window, a jeep was parked in the driveway. An excited Roman waved from the driver's seat. I hastily came down and opened the front door. Since mom and dad were going to be out for the day, I had already informed them last night about my plans. Locking the front door behind me, I walked towards Roman. He wore a black shirt and black jogger. A rather casual outfit