The Mystics

Chapter 1

Walking Legends
My name is Aria. Aria Feather to be exact. Weird name I know but let's just say my mother has a unique imagination. Walking down the road to school is just one of my many routines even though it's usually full of people trying to throw things at me and make fun of me. Draping my long ass black hair in front of my face and turning my music right up usually helps. Until you walk dead into the person in front of you.
"Hey watch it Feather or you'll lose the hair if that's what you call it," sneered the jock standing right in front of me.
"Whatever have fun in jock world," I mumbled under my breath and stepped around him. I walked away from all the jeers they thought would rile my nerves.
When the bell rang for first period I slid into my usual seat at the back of the class. The class was History. To say the least I don't like history. At all. Like who wants to learn about a bunch of dead dudes?
"Good morning class today we have a guest speaker. His name is Dorian Gray. Now I want you all to treat Mr Gray with the upmost respect, understood?" Mrs Dean grimaced at the class and motioned to the man beside him. I sat bolt upright when I heard the man's name and studied him openly and frankly. Damn that man was good looking in the old school type of way. A clean shaved face with the lightest shade of blue eyes under light locks of blond hair. A close fitting shirt hid the well toned body of someone who works out. Just then I believed the old legend of Dorian Gray. Where the man in question stayed forever young as long as he didn't look at his portrait.
"Hello class," he said in a husky voice staring straight at me. I scowled at him. Did I mention that I hate it when people give me their undivided attention? I got to admit though he was hot. Not in the modern way but old school. Clean shaved face with most gorgeous blue eyes anyone could ask for under a neat set f blond curls. His shirt hid a well toned body that you knew damn well he worked out hard to get. All the girls in the class were drooling. Me? I just stuck up my nose and looked away. Drooling in any sense of the word didn't belong in my vocabulary I think it a waste of time and energy.
"Today we'll be talking about myths and legends. Any particular story you want to hear?" the class shifted not knowing what to say. Smirking I lifted up my hand.
"Yes miss...?"
"Feather. Aria Feather. I would love to hear the true story of Dorian Gray and how he came about his immortality,"
"Ahh that's a interesting topic. There are many different stories but usually people only know about the one," he glared at me and continued, "Dorian Gray made a pact with the Devil in the early ages. The story goes that Dorian Gray would be forever young and handsome as long as he didn't look at his portrait. If he looked at his portrait all his years would come rushing back and he'd die. Now, anyone else got a tale they want told or do you have questions about Dorian Gray?" He smiled amiably at the class but it didn't meet his cold, cold ageless eyes. I glared at him from the back of the class suspicion rising the longer I stared at him, "Mr Gray is Dorian your real name I mean you're named after a legend..." my voice faltered when he turned his steely blue eyes on me again. Not wanting to meet his gaze I turned outside to see a storm a coming on- well scratch that is was on us it just hasn't broke yet and it promised to be magnificent.

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