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. "The good girl already caused trouble. How shameful !!!."
"Hey, I haven't done anything yet. Maybe it's related to the entrance assignments.... well, atleast 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.
Not getting any reply, 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 stupid 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 the scene was 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 rush 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 ?But everything halted as beautiful honey-like golden eyes looked straight at me. His stare was so intense, I felt every fibre 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.
Hesistantly, 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.
Swiftly, 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.
Instantly, he stopped, 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.
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
Astraea's POV. Zeus leads me through a corridor. I followed him till we reached the door at the end. He opened it for me and I entered the room, Zeus walking behind me. I gasped in awe. The room was so beautiful. The walls of the room were made of glass except for one on my left, which was plain-white painted. But the most panoramic and impressive things were the paintings. Numerous painted canvas was kept on the stretcher bars all around the huge room. The direct glow of the radiating sun and the fresh scent of the newly bloomed flowers had such an aesthetic effect on the overall expanse that it almost felt overwhelming. I turned back to see Zeus leaning on the closed door with arms crossed, looking at me. There was a new light lustrous in his aureate eyes. I didn't need to say a word, nor did he. The silence now was so consoling and alleviating. The canvas was all veiled under a white linen cloth. "Why cover them ?" He looked into my eyes, for once there was no barrier or gua