IMMORTAL DESIRES

Noel

In the midst of the spring, everyone in Westwood was restless while waiting for the flower viewing season, especially the students of Saint Iriha University. Be it the first year students or the final year students, they all have this strange similarities of liking to watch the floras bloom, as Saint Iriha have wide estate, and most of the land, excluding the track field, the football field etc. most of them were covered with flowers. Everyone was excited, well, most of them, not Noel though.

Noel stared blankly at the gooey meatball spaghetti. As he scrunched his lips into a fine line, he reluctantly poked the hard yet strangely soggy meatballs while wandering what kind of sorcery the kitchen lady do to make it turn out like this.

Apparently he ran out of luck, especially on his first day of enrolling in this university of Saint Iriha, the university that one of his folks recommend him to go. Starting from enrolling late because some clerk didn't do their job well managing his enrollment documents to some douche who already targeted him the first thing in the morning, and finally getting to the canteen late, leaving nothing but this soggy spaghetti that was in front of him as for now.

He stared at the trash bin while having a mild inner conflict.

"Should I throw it away? I can see a face on it."

"But I need to eat something to look normal to people."

"What for? That 'thing' looks like it could hurt you physically, and mentally."

"How about a sip? We'll at least look human by doing so."

"And reducing years of this immortal life? It's better not eating and staying healthy than eating that and suffer."

Determined, Noel stood up, swept the metal tray into his arms and casually trashed the meatballs into the trash bin. While being on his way to put the tray, Noel glanced at the entity that he left inside the bin. The meatballs looked like it almost mouthed a curse word at him.

Noel flinched.

In his whole years of life, he had never heard of or read about a talking meatballs before. Though that gross entity creeps him out, it’s behavior struck his curiosity in wanting to know about it more.

‘Guess I’ll look out for any keywords relating to talking meatballs later.’ The young man thought.

Noel stepped away from the bustling cafeteria and decided to head to the school library. Sauntering his way through the slightly empty hallway, his vision was suddenly blocked by a muscular arm, that was separated by a leather jacket.

He stopped abruptly when someone stood in front of him. Before else, his eyes fluttered in confusion as his eyes gazed at the blocker’s chest.

This person is huge…

He thought, realizing the fact that the person in front of him is a huge one, as he was only the height of his chest, Noel looked up to meet the person's eyes. The person grinned, wanton intentions were hidden beneath his blue eyes.