Heated Hearts

I think,I know you.

||Aster's POV||

When we reached at the school premises, it was already 8:30 and not a single soul was outside the classroom. As chandler parked her car, we both ran out of it to the classroom.

We were at the end of the hallway when we saw Ms. Heather stepping into the classroom, and both of us cursed under our breaths as we ran faster.

Ms. Heather never bothered us about our lessons or exam grades, but punctuality was one thing, she never compromised and being late at the first day of junior year! We were going to get ambushed for sure!

When we reached at the door frame, both of us halted as we sang in unison, “Excuse me, ma'am.”

Ms. Heather looked at us smilingly, and said,” Come in and get to your seat quickly, I have an announcement.”

Chandler and I, we both were dumbfounded as we glanced at each other with a look that said,” What's wrong with her?”

Clap...

Clap...

“Hello, girls. I said you can come in. Don't just stand there like statues and get in, before I change my mind and give you both detentions at the first day of your junior year!” Ms. Heather glared at us, and we almost ran inside, none of us wanted detention, at least not from her!

We had barely settled down in our seats, when we heard Ms. Heather's voice,” Students, most of you know me, except the one, who have decided to join us this year at, St. Radford.”

Students in the class started murmuring under their breaths while I tried to scan my eyes on the classroom to find the new face, curious.

But before my eyes could on him, Ms. Heather called out,” Louis Winceston, please come here and introduce yourself to the rest of the class.”

The person sitting in front of me rose to his feet, and started striding towards the podium...

He was approximately 6 feet tall, and had a fit figure; if it turns out that he had a handsome face too then I am sure he would be worshiped as the popular face among the girls...

Whatever!

I didn't care anyway! Boys were off topic for me...

I shrugged and diverted my attention to my bag, my right hand was searching inside for my notebook, when I heard it...

“Hello...”

My body stiffened, and a tingling sense of familiarity to the voice spread through my veins, as my eyebrows creased, and I looked directly at him.

“I'm Louis Winceston. I'm from Germany and just shifted here. Hoping to get to know you all.” he smiled, his jet black eyes dancing with happiness as they scanned the room and stopped at... me?

I found myself unethically drawn into them as I stared deep into his eyes;they were the type of eyes that reminded you of night... The darkest shade of night, but the optimism and dancing pupil that sparkled in them spread warmth to the core of your soul as you stared into them and that's what I was feeling now.

I took in his features;he had a square shaped face with semi long jet black hairs that reached till his neck, a medium sharp nose, and on his face lingered a sense of cuteness.

As my eyes lingered on his face, a vague picture crossed my mind... A fragment of the dream, I had this morning... My eyebrows frowned slightly but the next moment his lips curved...

Oh, my!

And that was all it took, to lose myself again.... A smile.... Showing off his perfect set of white teeth.

The slight curve on the corner of his lips didn’t go unnoticed by me as I stared at him like an i***t, and he held my gaze calmly, happily, smile not leaving his lips. The area near his eyes slightly creased, letting me realize that, the small smile was not out of politeness but true happiness.

Why would he be happy to see me?

I was so indulged and intrigued, and utterly lost in him that I didn’t notice Chandler smiling devilishly at me until Ms. Heather asked him to get back to his seat.

I looked at Chandler with guilt visible on my eyes,and she smirked,caught...shit...

Likewise, I knew her enough to know what that smirk meant... She was going to try and be the match-maker!

I glared at her as I shook my head vigorously and her smile widened...

Trouble!

For the rest of the class, I could no longer concentrate on whatever Ms. Heather was saying as my mind roamed in between three different places, time to time.

The center of my mind's attention was the person sitting in front of me, with his back faced at me. He ran his slender fingers into his jet black hairs now and then, combing them to sit perfectly and I, like a hawk, gawked at him from behind when he did so.

Damn... I thought.

Maybe he felt my eyes on him, I couldn't blame him if he did, the intensity in my gaze was even out of my own understatement as if I was not in control of my eyes anymore...

My mind was running like a lightning bolt, trying to figure out the awfully strong connection and familiarity I was feeling with this appearance that I was quite sure, I never saw before in my whole life

Louis shifted in his seat as he slightly turned his head to spare a small glance at me, and even then, I didn’t miss the ghost of a smile lingering on his lips...

Why was he smiling? Aren’t I the one gazing at him, from the moment he spoke, like a fan girl?

Someone threw something at the side of my head and I logged out of my thoughts, and found the whole class staring at me, including... Louis Winceston...

“Aster, care to tell us where did you go?” Ms. Heather glared at me, as she leaned on her desk, crossing her legs.

I gulped nervously, trying my best not to look up. I couldn’t afford to get lost, in him again.

“I'm... I'm sorry. It won't happen again.” I stuttered, playing with my nails.

“It better not be,” Ms. Heather scoffed, annoyance visible in her voice.

The rest of the class, I avoided looking anywhere but at the book but still, it was not much of a help.

So, finally when the bell rang, I sighed as relaxation swam through my body.

But it was short lasted.

“Hey”

I sucked in a vast amount of air, trying to control the inner shiver and the way my mind was flooding as I slowly looked up at him from under my lashes.

He smiled, again,showing of those perfectly sculptured teeth he had and his eyes twinkled, pupils danced, making me stare at him a little longer than I thought before I could reply.

“Hi,” I spoke through my dried throat, and I was glad that I didn’t stutter while doing so.

Standing up, I busily gathered my notebook and textbook inside my back-pack, acting to ignore his existence. It was rude of me, but I couldn’t think of a better idea to not make a fool out of myself by staring at his face without blinking.

Part of me wished, he would be annoyed or angry at my rudeness, but there was another part, that wanted him to still look at me with happiness swimming through his eyes.

Louis stood there patiently until, I was done and then asked,”Do you know where room 112 is? I have chemistry next and as you know, I'm new. I don't want to be late on my first class!”

He spoke while combing his fingers through his long hair as he looked at me... Shy? I think.

My cheeks burned and just as I was about to open my mouth, Chandler jumped in.

“You have chemistry next too! Wow, Aster and you seem to be quite compatible already, don't you?” she almost squeaked out of excitement and I glared at her, feeling embarrassed.

Louis chuckled as he spoke,”Mhm...so far quite compatible.”

I looked at him and my cheeks burned, at his teasing smirk... I'm sure I was blushing red now.

Everything about him felt familiar, it was as if I was comfortable in his presence... too comfortable....

Chandler introduced herself and pushed me towards him, as she left for her next class ;giving me a wink as she left.

Louis was still chuckling when we started walking, side by side. I saw eyes following us, and it definitely didn’t help with my anxiousness.

“I'm sorry about that. She just gets excited when someone talks to me.” I looked at him, as he shook his head side to side.

“No worries, I'm glad you are surrounded by good people.” He said casually.

I halted abruptly as the line lingered in my head, projecting a scene;

for a moment I was not in a high school corridor, but in a different looking room where Louis held my hands and said the exact same thing.

My head spun and my legs wobbled, fortunately Louis caught me my by wrist and made me sit on the staircase.

“Hey...are you alright? You look pale!” He asked me, concern visible in his deep eyes.

“I think... I know you.” I stared at him, not blinking, as I said those words, out of breath....

I knew him....

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