Boy stood up, woke up to the sound of her voice. She was calling him. Memories flashed - skin on skin dances burned their little heaven into an inferno. She called him again, he looked up and met her dark eyes. She stood by the doorframe in her underwear and shirt. And her lips bore his name:
“Raven.”
He smiled and walked towards her honeyed skin, “Tamara.”
Girl smiles, hand in hand they walked to the kitchen and shared a breakfast of bacon and eggs. The day has begun.
+
Raven walked with an automatic smile as college students poured in and greeted him good morning. It was warm and sunny; everyone seemed to have the energy for the day. He reached the door of the office and he curiously looked at the mistletoe that hung proud above his head. It was November - the second semester has started and Christmas was to come.
“Hey there Raven.” Marcus greeted as he shuffled with his own pile of class schedules and outlines. They taught Philosophy, and Ethics, Logic, Humanities. It was in one of those classes that he met her. She was his student. And they had their share of odds. Yet time and space switched and they weren’t forbidden anymore.
“Early today yeah?”, he asked. Marcus chuckled.
“My brother‘s alarm clock was blaring and practically woke the whole neighborhood up.”, Marcus grinned and carried his trusty journal. “Where‘s your next class?”
Raven glanced by his schedule, “Franco Building.”
“Better start walking now, it‘s a good thousand steps from here.”, Marcus said - it was the truth. “Anyway, I‘ll be off now then.”
“Don‘t give your students much of a hard time Marcus, it‘s the first day.” He heard Marcus chuckle. He grinned to himself and started to walk the thousand steps.
+
A pair of 40 something eyes looked at him curiously as he walked in and introduced himself. Raven glanced around - his eyes paused however, as he saw a hauntingly familiar face that looked back at him with unmasked lack of interest. She looked back at him and grinned sarcastically before she spoke with a voice that didn’t sound seventeen at all, “How would you define life Sir?”
It was a challenge, and the whole class suddenly fell silent and watched. Raven stared straight into her eyes that glinted with mysterious emotions. He smiled a lopsided smile - remembering where she saw her, by the ice cream stand a few months ago, wearing her uniform. And even Marcus praised how she spoke with a tone and gait that made you wonder if she ever cared about what you said. She looked like someone who listened - and then make you fall to your knees.
Her name was Phoenix Margaux.
“How would you?” he asked back.
Phoenix looked outside the window and smiled at her own reflection that smiled back at her through the glass, “Life is anything we want it to be.”
“Oh?”
She looked back at him and stared straight into his eyes, “Philosophy ‘Raven’, it gives me the right to drill you.”
The class chuckled, and so did he.
“Phoenix?”
“Yes sir?”
“What area of studies do you hate?”
She pouted, “Math.”
“Don‘t we all?” a grinning Peyton said loudly, making them all laugh again, she was one of Phoenix’s friends and she sat beside her.
“Why?”, he asked, addressing them all.
“Because it’s suicide Sir.” John, who sat at the back wittingly exclaimed.
The room was filled with chuckles but Raven threw a questioning look in Phoenix’s way and the whole class was suddenly silenced, watching with keen eyes and alert senses.
“Math has a clear distinction of what’s wrong and what is right. Right is right, wrong is wrong.” she whispered loud enough for everyone to hear. The intensity in her eyes calmed by her very grace.
Raven wrinkled his forehead, “And you hate that?”
She smiled coolly and softly said, “Don’t we all?”
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