The sun ray gently brushed over his skin with great warmth making him notice it and blink. His mum slid the curtains aside in order to wake him up.

"Get up now or else ur gonna get late again " his mum said.

"Just a bit more mum" he whined in his sleep.

"No more sleeping, it's 7 am already didn't u said u had an important presentation today" his mum replied.

"Shoot" as he got up and dragged his ass towards the bathroom half-heartedly.

Dylan Krussels was a 20 year old student in AXOLFIN UNIVERSITY studying fine arts... he was good enough to charm any woman he wanted with his slightly taller frame, green eyes that looked majestic when they reflect light and shine bright like emerald, muscles that ppl would drool over, messy brown hair and he was definitely blessed with imagination and sculpting....

He was excellent at sculpting and every time he did, his hand moved over the sculptures as if it were a piece of cake. His ideas flowed from his mind to his hands which everyone envied.

But with all these traits he hated to get along with others, his personal space was everything where he could do whatever he wanted to without any interruptions.

He was running in the corridor looking at time and cursing himself over being late again just when he saw something strange. Why was everyone standing in the corridor gathering a crowd and looking in the same direction. Curiosity consumed him as he made his way towards the crowd and somehow managed to look at what they were looking for.

It was....it was a boy? Why was everyone standing only to look at some boy in our university.

"What in the freaking hell is happening here?" he asked his one and only friend Noah Archer.

"Ig u got a competition finally."

"What do u mean?" confused Dylan asked.

"U can see how everyone is looking at him as if he's some kinda piece of art, well he does look good and also the rumors says that he's a new scholar in our university with straight A's, excellent academics and sports, he got some good genes.......oh also he was chosen to represent his high school at international level and was even rewarded with the highest honors by Mr. President himself." he said looking back at his friend who seemed lost.

" Dylan...Dylan?"

Dylan got back into his senses as soon as he heard his name "yup?"

"You good? What's on ur mind,u seemed lost in ur thoughts "

"Oh it's just....leave it" He definitely seemed intrigued by something

"C'mon buddy just tell me I'm all ears."

"It's just that he seems oddly familiar, it's like I know him but how, I can't remember that " his eyebrows furrowed trying to make a sense out of it but failing

"Oddly familiar?....you're thinking too much silly, just leave it"

"Maybe you're right, fine then let's go to class."

They both made their way towards the classroom as they settled themselves on their seats sitting beside each other. Everything was just the same as every day except Dylan was lost...lost in his thoughts, his mind consumed with those thoughts but at the end of the day he let go of those feelings and started to work on his new masterpiece since the date for the exhibition was near.

Dylan's POV:-

There was something strange and familiar about the new scholar,I ain't someone who's nosy or easily intrigued but ... I just can't help, every time I see him , I get some kinda weird vibes as if my brain is trying to say something. Sounds pretty normal but it isn't. I've tried and tried a hundred times to ignore this feeling, this vibe from him.

It's both comforting me and making me feel restless, wanting to go away as soon as possible to get rid of this.

I ain't an overthinker or a dramatic person, but I definitely am an intellectual person, I think bout things deeply that everybody else just takes for granted, I need to have an opinion about everything, I try to make things look pure and simpler but deep and complex at the same time and honestly..... I'm really proud of this, I love the voices in my head, how they never hush and even in the great silence of the world, it's my mind that makes me feel alive not my heart because it can't think and if it can't think, it definitely does not know how your thoughts affect your feelings.

Recently, I've been meeting him way too much like I'd see him and find him staring at me...... I don't like the feeling I get because I can feel him staring at me with my back facing him, I can't describe how I feel it's just a sense of .......sense of idk,idk what to say.

I feel like I was really close to him, why do I feel like this and maybe he feels the same because if he didn't then why would he continuously glance at me.

I wanted to confirm it with him but he was always surrounded by other students, he clearly seemed unbothered but girls just won't get away from him.

I finally picked up my courage and went to him,

"Hey, new boy" he looked up at me and suddenly his expression changed, his face went pale, his eyes widened, and he clearly seemed bothered.

"Do i know you by any chance?"

"Nope" he replied. His voice was hoarse and somehow comforting IDK why, but I felt a deep connection with him. I understood he didn't want to talk to me, so I left with even more wary and overwhelmed feelings, I couldn't even name. His reaction was so obvious, if he knew me why would he lie and what was so shocking bout being familiar with me. There's something I definitely need to find.

I discussed it with Noah, he would definitely understand me.

"I see why you've been looking worried and lost, and honestly I feel the same.... if he didn't know you, he wouldn't have reacted that way and his reaction makes it seem like it isn't just bout familiarity but some kinda secrets. Since he denied it we can't keep approaching him to spill it out."

"Right, but what possibly could be the secrets" I said.

"All I know is that we need a plan but first tell me, is there anything that you could remember about him...."

"Nah I can't really point it out. If I could, I already would've guessed how i knew him, btw what plan do you have?"

"C'mere"