Entangled Strings (Under-revision)

Ⅰ

The fresh summer breeze blew my wavy, ebony-tinged hair in accordance with some dried leaves.

Along the narrow road of Ciudad de Flormina, I constantly feel the soft touch of Poppies—flowers that are usually red during spring—on the tip of my nose when a number of them swayed back and forth.

AFTER some time, we arrived at our destination at exactly 8 o'clock AM. We were bemused by a huge entrance of two tall pillars of cement that were connected to an arc where the name of the school was written and behind it, was a grand foyer consisting of a statue called Sivier that denotes a nurturing institution.

Of course, that is only according to my research.

My mom dragged me towards the lobby for the needed information and services and got what she needed then, "Thanks, Miss. So where can we avail her dormitory keys? We're sorry for the disturbance we have caused, we sure are late." My mom apologized out of courteousness.

"Ah..." Her words trailed off slowly as her eyes laid on her 12 o'clock, "There you are, Mr. Pirouette. You may now accompany Ms. Feliciano to your place." As a reflexive response, I turned to the one that the lady was talking to.

To my shock... I saw him.

A lofty, gorgeous young man, carrying a chiseled jaw, perfectly pointed nose, well-toned torso, black deep-set eyes, and slightly red cheeks and lips.

Wearing a simple white t-shirt twained with a pair of jogging pants, finished with Saint Laurent's Fabrice Suede sandals, he walked past the almost-drooling crowd, without an evident expression on his face. His tanned complexion complements his clothes, too.

My Reagan—no. That was too much, he would never be mine in the first place. Such an entity is too much to ask for.

What I really meant was, he is one of my idols from a notorious band. But out of all the people in the world, my long-time role model is right in front of my eyes. No wonder that the man from the album was familiar.

Electrical voltages seeped through my body. Millions of electric volts woke me up. I felt shivers down my spine as I confirm his being. Surreal. The only word that I could think of as of that very moment.

"Reagan," I whispered unknowingly. I can't help but be rooted on the ground as I look up at the man who is standing in front of me.

"Yes. Do I know you, Miss?" coldly, he asked with a menacing glare, "Just messing with ya'. Of course, you are Nory, Aunt Celine's daughter. Nice to meet you, I've heard so many things about you." He handed me his soft palm.

What a bummer. Mine will presumably, feel rough. His man-bun bounced slightly with each syllable.

From his emotionless veil, a wide smile was shown, making his eyes hide in the shadows.

"Uh, yes that's me and I hope that those were nice notions." I shook his hand that I've regretted quickly for it might have seemed hard to touch.

My mind is still wandering afar from consciousness with dumbfoundedness that can still be seen on my face.

"Are you done introducing yourselves, kiddos?" My mom suddenly broke the silence and smiled cunningly, while gazing our way.

What a parent, huh?

"Of course, Mama,"/"Of course, Ma'am," we said in unison.

And my, my... My devil kind of a mother only laughed at that, making me more bashful for the thought.

Nasty things came doubtlessly to her mind. How can I even stop Satan from growing at the back of her head?

"Ma!" I hissed, eyes big, without making any sounds, already nervous.

And heck she just grinned jokingly. For a mother, she sure is too suggestive.

"Alright, alright! I surrender," she kid. "I'll bid my byes now. Hey, Ren, be good to my sweetheart, huh?" She said her farewells to the both of us as she strolled towards her car.

Oh my gosh, Ma! There's no freaking good with you saying phrases like that.

"Noted," he said playfully as he glances at my mother, assuringly.

I just waved her away. And when she's out of our sights, Reagan suddenly appalled me with what he said, "Hey, midget. Go carry your own stuff. My hands are too delicate for handling such things."

A ruthless, untamed expression was stretched across his visage. Far from his mask earlier, his already black eyes became darker in color as his smile fades away in just a fleet after my mom's adieu.

'What exactly happened? Was that just a facade? Why the sudden change of atmosphere?'

Precious hands. Under that extravagant look, lies deep was an unexplainable attitude of his. Beneath that face and voice tales a dreadful varmint.

'Is he really Reagan?' I watched him remove his ponytail to just tie it back, better.

An idol from a well-known band? No fan would think of him that way, ever. Is anybody aware of that concern? Is that how a notorious persona is supposed to act? So all of that was just a semblance of his real self?

He just left me with my heavy bags then aforenamed the dorm number before he left thoroughly.

For someone that acted jolly and all, that was such a rash way of settling things.

His veneer was undeniably believable. With his lean back, I saw him thoroughly flee towards the said building.

UP TO THIS date, no one has acknowledged that ever since their paths have crossed, caught one another's gaze, shook each other's palms, introduced one's self, felt the loud and hard thumps of unnatural heartbeats, it was already unmistakably the work of the invisible threads of fate, the imperceptible cords of kismet, a world filled with tons of Entangled Strings...