Premonition (Chapter 2)

A couple of hours later, it started to rain hard. The pitter-patter of sky tears began to lull her to sleep with its sweet relaxing lullaby. Those sapphire eyes of hers, blinking lazily as she removed her glasses and slumped against the trunk of the gigantic tree. Exhausted and bitter from the day's events, her eyes drifted to the last few sentences she had written- "With no where left to run, Orion fell to the ground, weak from the enormous loss of blood and pain throbbing where his wounds were carved into his flesh. He could either succumb to those wounds and face oblivion or finish his vendetta once and for all." With a heavy sigh, she felt her body betray her as her eyelids fell shut. Her aquamarine engraved pen fell from her hand as the wind flipped through the pages of her book which lay open upon her lap.

Arista felt herself drift as she found herself in a lavishly decorated room, not so different from the academy's many dining halls. She proceeded from one table to the next, trying to emboss every detail she saw into memory, hoping that she would remember at least a fragment of what she saw to be analyzed later on. Her left hand graced the silken tablecloths as her right was busy tracing patterns on priceless china. Suddenly she felt herself gently embraced from behind. Well toned arms wrapped around her waist and familiar features nuzzled into her neck. She felt her face blush as she enclosed her hand over his, the other hand, running itself through his soft hair. He then worked his way up from her neck, every kiss lingered longer as he progressed. Not long after, both were entangled in a heated kiss. Hands running over each other frantically, her own wrapped around his neck, his tongue now plundering her mouth mercilessly. What followed were exchanged confessions as their lust melted into compassion. Arista awoke just as she was about to gaze into the eyes of her dream lover. With blurred vision, she noticed she could actually see her breath before her, and the fact that she was breathing quite heavily. While wondering whether she was half frozen, she found that a rather comfy, wide piece of black fabric covered her from the neck down. Her book and green-blue pen rested on a tree stump nearby, the boy on the other hand, was nowhere in sight.

"Miss Pendragon! Since you did not acquire a roommate, one will be appointed for you. Honestly! At least TRY to be friendly to there poor boys, would you? They just lost their second home, for goodness sake!? lectured Madam Rachel, their homeroom teacher. "I thought we already took them all in, Mrs. Rachel?" piped up Lucianna. According to rumor, she tried to 'take in' 3-5 boys in her tiny dorm. Its no wonder she was often mistaken for the 'class tart'. Obviously, she seemed disappointed that she was one pretty face short. "Their headmistress informed me that 1 of their students was missing last night. Lost, no doubt. However he was found this morning, wandering about the greater halls. Poor boy, who knows where he ended up sleeping." Arista listened on and secretly breathed a sigh of relief, already guessing who was to be her mystery roomy. At least he wouldn't be much of a nuisance. Being as quiet and withdrawn as he was, they were going to get along just fine.

Lessons progressed rather slowly that day as the boys were required to join in their daily lessons, the non feminine ones anyway. The girls were made to share their desks with their roommates, not that there was any complaints though. "I hate Mondays, don't you?" she heard Lucianna say as she tried to make conversation with a blond who just stifled a yawn seeing as he was suddenly being spoken to. It was a free period anyway, the teachers were called in for a emergency meeting, the third in less than 24 hours so far. She tapped her pen impatiently as she tried to force out a sentence to write while gazing out the window. Tried as she might, her mind reeled back as she recalled her most recent meeting with her lover. She wasn't even sure whether she could even call him that, that's if he even existed. Stranger still, that make out session seemed so real, but then how would she know? She's never been kissed before. Unconsciously, her hand reached up to touch her lips as her thoughts continued to wander. At the same time, she seriously started to doubt whether her sanity was still intact.

Surprisingly, the class fell into pin-drop silence as the door creaked open. "Hey look, the sadist's finally out of his torture chamber." scowled the red head from the back of the classroom. Whispers quickly exchanged partners throughout the class, Arista, too immersed in her own world to care about some common case of bullying. A tall boy with pale skin and beautiful emerald eyes, reduced to a sleepy uncaring stare, silently crossed the room. Arista finally turned her head when he had pulled out the chair next to her. Without even a glance, he slid himself into his seat and turned to stare out the window. She proceeded to do the same, but found herself staring at his reflection. Truth be told, he was quite a beauty. His features were soft but refined at the same time; his hair fell about his face, framing it perfectly. He practically looked like a portrait that had come to life.

As she turned her attention to her book, it was his turn to examine HER. His eyes moved from those stunning blue gems behind those pieces of glass to her porcelain like complexion, all the way to her soft pink lips, which beheld Cupid's bow, parted almost to speak as she focused her thoughts into the flowing movement of her pen. She paused to toss a lock of her raven hair to one side as it seemed to have suspended itself across one of the written lines. Although it was considerably dark, he had already considered her a unique find at their previous encounter, now only more so as he examined her further. His own eyes, unsatisfied with merely just a reflection, ruled his head to turn ever so slightly so as to have a better focus. Arista, having sensed his sudden movement, looked up. That's when the blue sky met the lush valley of green.