The private jet landed exactly at 10 am at Brooklyn airport. Mathias touched his forehead, he was stressed. Landing from Orleans to Brooklyn and returning has been his daily life. He wouldn't give up his mission and search for Angela.
His escort came running, encircling the jet as he came out of the jet. He had made a call across from Nancy and she had notified him where he would meet the only person he'd been yearning to see for the past eight years.
He closed his eyes as soon as they got to cross the Brooklyn Bridge. His memories were still fresh but he doesn't act up like he usually did years back. Yet, he started seeing Angela in his dreams and his mom appears once in a blue moon.
The car screened to an abrupt stop in front of Brooklyn Academy. He waved at his escort to leave the car alone and go their way while he strode into the school compound. He wasn't the school type so he wasn't bothered whether he missed school after college. But as he made his way through the swimming alley, the reflection of Angela flooded his mind. It's been eight years and he's changed a lot. Would Angela have also changed? Will she be delighted to see him again? What was he going to say to her? Did he miss her? Why did she flee from him? Why did she stop the moment he was going to ask her out? The thought clouded him.
"She is swimming again?" He thought as he saw a figure swooping inside the pool.
Angie swam as if her life depended on it. She couldn't cease the thought of meeting him again. She had run away from him and she was eager to meet him again. Was he still the Mathias she knew? Was he still cold and brutal? How would she react when they see each other? Will he be glad to see her as she was?
The deep husky voice that sounded through the swimming pool, pulled her to a halt. "He's here." She thought, her back still facing him.
"I asked you a question, Angela," Mathias said, reaching close to her.
At the mention of her name again, she turned in the water to face him. Her head was out of the water gazing extensively at him. He was still in the grey sweat he wore before leaving Orleans, his ombre hair was well combed to the back bringing the chiseled shape of his face. He was looking much more like an athlete and his face still had the serious look only that they had aged to the man he is.
Angie let his name slide out from her tongue as she stood rooted to the middle of the pool, swaying her hands and legs for her to float.
"You want to get drowned again?" He asked her for the second time and he slip his hands into his trouser pocket, watching her closely. He could see the startled expression on her face, "Come here." He nudged her when he got no reply.
Angie strutted her way to where he stood and raised her head at him. He removed his hands from his pocket and bent her head level before grazing his hand over her head. "You look the same." He said and moved his hand from her head down to her cheeks.
Angie winced at his touch and she tried clasping her hands on the wall of the pool for stability, her face still on his.
Unexpectedly, Maths pulled her out of the water and made her sit down on the pool floor. "You've gained more too." He told her again.
"Maths?" She called again as she tried to touch him.
"Come with me." He said and dragged her to her feet, leading her to the dressing room. They got him and he helped her change.
"You don't seem to have changed too," Angie said slyly after she had changed back to her dress.
"Really?"
"Yes." She mumbled, her eyes on her playing fingers.
"Look at me." He said more like a command. Yet, she did.
"I want to kiss you." He whimpered as he caressed her cheeks with the back of his palm.
"I'm not going to kiss you." She shuddered.
"And why is that?" He asked and cock his eyebrows at her.
"I_" She paused when his thumb moved over her lower lip. A blush crept on her face and she turned instantly from him.
He pulled her face back to him with her jaws, "You were saying something."
She scoffed, "Never mind."
"Has someone been kissing you?" He asked.
"Maths!" She gasped.
"Answer me." He said, folding his hands on his chest.
Angie thought he was very stupid for asking her such a question. Of course, she hadn't been kissing anymore but the way he had asked her gave way for hatred in her heart to come out and challenge him.
"You're asking me now?" She asked and also folded her hands over her chest.
Maths was quiet. The way she was acting was what he was waiting for. He wanted her to go all female on him and sprout her mind to him.
"Never mind." She mumbled, trying not to start any conversation about what has happened years back. She didn't need to argue with him. If he wanted her then he should stop being a coward by asking her silly questions.
"Again? You've said that close to a million times we just met." He said, acting like he was getting annoyed.
"You don't care to know, do you?" She asked, staring deeply at him.
"Angela." He rasped, fighting his breath, "I want to kiss you."
"Don't touch me!" She yelled, tugging away his hands that he used to wrap around her waist.
He tightened his grip on her and took his face to her ear and whispered, "I missed you." After his word, he placed a soft kiss on her neck tape.
He pulled away from her and took her hands, "Let's go."
"To where?" She asked sheepishly as they walked out of the swimming alley.
He didn't utter a word till he got outside of school and told her to enter his car. She did and shot into the driver's seat.
Angie watched in dazed as he drove away from the school. He was looking perfect.