The corridor leading to Mythology and Society was much quieter than her other two classes and even worse this class was not only for freshers but old students as well. As she stepped into the classroom, she noticed only three small groups of students scattered around the class all engaged in a conversation with each other leaving the entire center row and the one behind it empty. Serena approached the lecturer,a man who looked to be in his seventies. His frame was tall but thin, dressed in a crisp grey suit, his sunken eyes hidden behind his round spectacles. His eyes glued to the large text book in front of him. " Good morning sir, I'm Serena, I'm new in this department." His eyes met hers, his gaze piercing and cold. There was something in his expression, not confusion, not surprise, but.... recognition. His lips tightened, his old grey eyes darkened as he looked at her. " I see" ,he said curtly. " Well go take a seat then". Serena's brows furrowed slightly as she moved to the empty center of the class. That look she thought, she had received something familiar when she met Mrs Smith, even the drunk old man who had cursed her for no reason, she wondered why the older members of the town reacted to her that way. Maybe they didn't like having new people in their town. Not too long after they class got filled leaving only a few empty seats like the two at either side of her and at her back. This didn't bother her as much, she was in fact very pleased about it. At least she didn't have to engage in meaningless small talks. They class started, the topic begin Myths; hidden truths on country legends.
Halfway through the lecture, the door creeked open. Serena as well as the rest of the class turned just as three young men walked in. They were late but confident in there lateness. The entire class stilled, no one dared to speak even the lecturer had stopped talking just as they stepped in. Their aura was so consuming that it felt like their presence had sucked the oxygen out of the air, leaving the room heavy and suffocating. Serena gaze fixed on them despite her better judgement and it wasn't just there composure that drew her attention to them but there looks, they were just beautiful, so beautiful that she truly wondered whether they were even human. Especially him, who held her attention. The one with jet black hair, tousled as though the wind had styled it moments before he stepped in. His broad shoulders held his black leather jacket in a perfect fit, his hands buried casually in the pockets of his dark jeans. His crystal blue eyes swept lazily across the room, barely acknowledging the others, until they met hers. Her breath hitched. There was no warmth in his gaze, no recognition,yet something about the way he looked at her sent a shiver racing down her spine. His eyes studied her like an ancient artifact that doesn't belong in this time or place. She quickly looked away, her heart pounding, she hoped he would move on, find a seat far from hers, very far from hers. Her fingers gripped the herm of her shirt, she didn't like this, not a single bit. He strode towards her, stopping beside her pulling out the empty chair to her left. He sat in calmly without so much as a glance in her direction. His eyes were now fixed on the lecturer at the front of the room, his face impassive, as though nothing here was worthy of his interest. Serena sat rigid, her mind racing. She didn't dare turn her head, but his presence was impossible for her to ignore. The faint scent of pine and something smoky wafted toward her, oddly pleasant yet unnerving. Her anxiety deepened as she realized the other two boys had taken seats directly behind her. She could feel their gazes, all of them trained on her. Serena just focus, relax, she told herself, trying to listen to the lecturer's droning voice but her mind wouldn't settle.
Her mind screamed for her to move to move, to find another seat anywhere else but here, but here body remained frozen, glued to the chair. She knew this wasn't someone you casually offend. The minutes dragged on, her unease growing with each passing second. The lecturer's words blurred into meaningless noise, her thoughts consumed by the mystery next to her and the invisible weight of the others behind her. Just when she thought the tension in the room couldn't get any worse, the door opened again with a slow creeking noise. The young man who stepped in this time wasn't like the others. No, he was far worse. He carried himself with quiet authority, like he did not need to speak for the room to recognize his presence. His aura far heavier, more consuming than the three who had arrived before him. It wrapped around the room like a second atmosphere and instinctively the class held it's breath once more. If the others were beautiful,then he was Ethereal. His dark loose curls, effortlessly tousled fell just to his neck. There color given a great contrast with his beautiful eyes, so vividly green that they almost looked unreal. He wore a plain white shirt and black jeans,yet the simplicity did nothing to hide the beauty of his lean toned frame. His height completing the look given him the much deserved stares. Serena let out a breath she didn't know she held , she was completely starstruck. She truly tried to recall if she had seen such beauty before in a man. His cold, expressionless gaze flicked toward the three which entered earlier, his stare lingering on the black haired one at her left,then slid unhurriedly to her. There eyes met. Serena nearly stopped breathing. Why? Why always me? She panicked inside as he walked across the room with slow confident strides. She prayed, begged silently that he'd choose one of the other empty seats scattered around the room. There were still plenty left.
But he didn't.
He stopped right beside her, and with barely a glance in her direction, sat down in the empty chair to her right, like he had always been meant to sit there. You have got to be kidding me, Serena thought, barely holding back a groan. Now she was trapped,a mystery with emerald green eyes whose calmness instilled a holy fear in her sitting on her right and another mystery, with crystal blue eyes and barely concealed tension beneath his calm. Both of them silent. Both unbearably intense.