An Unfamiliar Familiarity
588 Words
(Marrianne’s POV)
I was late.
Again.
Not that it mattered much—I had my ways of slipping past the rules. Being on good terms with the principal had its perks, and the fact that I absolutely despised wearing the uniform helped me perfect the art of making excuses. Today was no different.
I walked through the bustling hallways of Petrilia University, my heels clicking against the polished floors. My hair was in perfect waves, my makeup subtle but effective. Heads turned as I passed, but I barely acknowledged them. Let them look. I had no interest in anyone here.
That was, until I entered my history class.
I stopped mid-step, my breath catching for the briefest second.
The man standing at the front of the room was—
Gorgeous.
Tall, effortlessly elegant, with dark hair and sharp, intelligent eyes that made my heart stumble. He had that refined, intellectual aura, dressed in a crisp white shirt with the sleeves rolled up just enough to be distracting. There was something about the way he carried himself—reserved yet commanding, as if he owned the space without needing to try.
I found myself sitting down before I even realized I had moved.
Who was he? A new student? No, too old for that.
And then he spoke.
"My name is Felix Wellesley. I'll be your history professor from today onward."
Professor.
The word barely registered.
I was still too fixated on the way he enunciated each syllable, the way his voice held the perfect balance between authority and indifference.
The rest of the class groaned in unison as he immediately turned to the board and wrote down the name of a chapter. Complaints echoed around the room—he was starting on the very first day?—but I didn’t join them. I was too busy staring.
Because something was wrong.
Not with him—he was perfect. But with me.
I had never felt this before. This ridiculous, overwhelming sense of obsession at first sight. I wasn’t the kind of girl who got distracted by men. And yet, here I was, unable to look away.
Why did he seem so… familiar?
I leaned forward slightly, studying his face, but he didn’t spare me a glance. Not once.
Instead, his gaze flickered toward another student across the room—some random guy. His expression shifted, just for a second. A look of recognition? Of hatred? I wasn’t sure. But it made my stomach twist uncomfortably.
I straightened, determined to get his attention.
I rested my chin on my hand, tilting my head in the way I knew was attractive. Nothing. I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, letting my fingers linger against my cheek. Still nothing.
Annoyance bubbled inside me.
At that moment, the classroom door swung open, and the vice principal, Mr. Peter, walked in. His voice boomed through the room, making everyone sit up straighter.
"Marrianne Madison!"
I stiffened, my name echoing through the walls.
I swear, at this rate, people would hear my name in their sleep.
Slowly, I stood, feeling the weight of everyone's eyes on me. My gaze flickered toward Felix, hoping for at least a glance, a sign that I wasn’t invisible to him.
Nothing.
He barely even looked at me as I walked past him.
And yet, as I moved closer, a strange feeling gnawed at the back of my mind. Like I had met him before.
Like I had lost him before.
And I had no idea why.
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