Myrth~the gods' daughter~

~Chapter 5~

Myrth's POV

"cringggggg", the tardy bell rings. Everyone in the hall snaps out of their daze. They leave running in the direction of their classes. Soon after the halls were empty leaving Eva, the two guys, and I staring at each other.

My eyes are still fixated on the guy that I haven't even noticed them walking in our direction. "The two gods are coming this way!" Eva whisper shouts in my ear and I am pretty sure the guys have heard her judging by the cocky smirks attached on their faces.

He is a very gorgeous man that looked like he was carved out by Greek Gods themselves. Scratch that he is a Greek God. His smell invaded my nose. Oh my goodness! It is so mouth-watering. It is a mixture of sandalwood, mulberry, and expensive perfume.

Close your mouth you're drooling. My subconscious yelled at me.

My breath is caught in my throat.

He has straight hair as black as the midnight sky. It is cut short on one side a few strands fall on his face. I just want to run my fingers through it. His skin is a sun-kissed tan, showing me that he spends most of the time outside.

He has a very strong and muscular demeanor; his back muscles would flex slightly when he moves. His chest is strong, and his rock hard abs struggle against the grey cotton shirt he is wearing. His skin looks very soft; I imagine it would feel like silk stretched over metal.

My eyes travel across his face. He has high cheekbones and the most full luscious pink lips. I lick my lips thinking of all the things he could do with that mouth and tongue.

Woah! Woah! Woah! Hold up! Since when did I become such a horny hormonal teenager? That's Eva's job.

His jawline sharp. An aristocratic nose in the middle of his face, making him look Royal in some way. His eyes are guarded by thick long eyelashes.

I think I stopped breathing.

From afar it looks plain silver and blue. But in a close-range, I notice that I was sorely mistaken. His eyes were the color of the Caribbean Sea; a sea that would look beautiful even if there's bad weather. A sea that I would love to drown in.

A touch a green is present too.

It was in the center of the eyes, representing the kelp that would decorate the bottom of the ocean. It is like an explosion of color around the pupil.

The outer ring of the eyes is a dark blue then silver; a color of the storm.

Then it clicks inside my head.

He is looking at me.

I closed my mouth and took a big breath. A smirk formed on his lips.

I feel something warm on my cheeks.

I am blushing.

"Stop eye-fucking the new guy hoe", Eva says with an amused look on her face. Her comment only makes my blush to intensify. I am a hundred percent sure that my face looks like a ripe tomato.

"Hey, are you going to keep staring at me like a bitch in heat at me or are you going to say hi?" a guy says

His voice was deep and melodic like a lovely tune with no music.

I snap out of my daze realizing what he said was offensive. "Are you deaf or something" he adds.

Oh God, Why are the hottest ones always the rudest and cocky?

I can't seem to produce any words so I stand there glaring at him. I swear if looks could kill he'll be six feet under. My body busses with anger. I can't decide if I want to hit him or kiss him.