It had been a total of two days since I arrived at the University of Southern California. My anxiety had undoubtedly decreased, I was still jumpy and a little homesick, my heart constricting at the slightest thought of home. I could tell my mother missed me too, she had called a total of six times in those two days, sniffing as she told me how empty the house felt without me.

However, today was Monday, and the real university life would begin to kick in. I would no longer have the option to hideaway between the softness of my sheets, and pretend I wasn't self destructing.

I only had three classes today and I was determined to make it to them on time, it was like a subconscious way of telling myself I was ready for this new chapter. I grabbed my toiletries, briefly catching sight of Avery's still body under her large blanket. We had grown closer during the last two days, bonding over similar likes and hilarious YouTube videos. Her carefree nature had indefinitely been a leading front at calming my nerves. I decided not to wake her, seeing as it was still slightly early.

I walked down the hall, sighting the large blue sign labeling the bathroom and immediately scrunching my face up. I completely despise the dorm's bathrooms, the cubicles were too small, I could barely even stretch my arm freely without bumping into the age-stained walls. Furthermore, the only privacy they offered was a; thin, frail curtain that was nothing less of translucent. I guess they could be worse though, like being coed or something.

Stripping out of my pajamas, I turned on the overhead shower whilst searching blindly for my shower gel. My lips thinned when I was met by an empty space, I craned my head, noticing the small bag I kept my toiletries in was slightly ajar. Groaning, I came to the conclusion that it probably fell out as I was walking in here.

True enough, when I peeked out of the curtain, I could see it on the floor–a few feet away from my cubicle.

I let out yet another audible groan, glaring at the white bottle lying on the floor. Seeing as I was already wet, it would be a tiresome task to put my clothes back on. I immediately formulated a plan in my head, deciding to wrap the towel around myself, quickly grab the gel and continue with my shower. Besides, what is the worst that could happen? There was no one around anyway.

I sprinted towards the gel, my eyes frantically searching the vicinity for any approaching person. Sighing in relief, I picked up the bottle, swiftly turning to run back. I was too invested in getting back to the cubicle I didn't even notice someone standing slightly behind me. I saw the collision before it happened, my slow brain registered it a little later, but it was already too late. My head roughly met with a solid clothed chest, the result was a deafening pounding between my ears. Tightly shutting my eyes, I waited for the foreseeable fall that was to come, it never came.

My hazy eyes slowly fluttered open, meeting with cold, guarded, grey eyes. I hardly took notice of the two strong arms wrapped around me, one around my waist the other holding my towel in place as I studied the man before me.

He was the physical description of tall, dark and handsome, morphed into a person. Impossibly sculpted eyebrows sat past his thick long lashes, giving way to his intense steel-like eyes. A prominent nose stood sharply in the middle of his face, leading to full pink lips that were set in a smirk. There was something about his features that seemed dark, hooded and guarded. I blinked and blinked then blinked again, confusion flooded me as I stared up at his impossibly tall frame.

I watched dumfounded, my mouth gaping open as I wordlessly stared at him tucking the edge of my towel in its original position, his finger grazing my breast as his eyes stared straight at me. The moment his skin touched mine, an involuntary shiver ran down my spine, my cheeks flaring in embarrassment.

I tried thanking him, but all I could do was open and close my mouth like a goddamn fish.

"You're welcome." his raspy voice whispered, succeeding in making me shudder again.

Rooted to the ground, I watched in shock as he sauntered out of the door, leaving me in a daze of confusion and raging hormones. I couldn't help but glare at where he had just been standing, cursing him for evoking such adolescent reactions from me.

What was he even doing in the ladies bathroom? I thought.

The sound of a shower being turned on gave me the impression that he had been with someone. I had no idea why my heart clenched painfully at the thought, I was being stupid. The girl could probably be his girlfriend and here I am, getting jealous over a guy I had only just bumped into.

I groaned as I walked back to the stall, trying to forget what happened, which proved rather harder than I thought. I took my shower distractedly, the heat of the mysterious man's hands still present against my skin. I dried off changing back into my pajamas and heading towards the room, my eyes surreptitiously searching the halls for a tall figure with burning grey eyes.

"Morning Savannah." Avery yawned, getting ready to go to the bathroom, sleep clear in her eyes. I replied with a 'good morning' as I chuckled at her displeasure at waking up early.

I changed into blue skinny jeans and tucked in the front of a white, slightly oversized shirt into my jeans while sliding on my worn converse. Feeling confident enough, I packed my books and made my way to my first class, praying to God it goes smoothly.

When I got to the lecture hall, there were only three other people seated, looking busy as they peered at the open pages of a book. They were probably the future overachievers of the class. I however, was unarguably the shy girl that never raised her hand even if she knew the answer. I allocated myself a seat at the edge of the middle row, where no one paid attention to, where I could coexist with no trouble at all.

Slowly, the class filled up and the lecturer soon followed. He was a sixty something year-old man with wise green eyes. The class went on fairly smoothly, giving me hope that going to university wasn't such a bad idea. The lecture ended after about an hour and I was proud to say, I hadn't thought about the bathroom incident at all.

I walked smilingly into the little cafe I had found yesterday, my mood further lifting at the thought of its amazing chocolate muffin. I footed towards the counter, the smell of brewing coffee lifting a smile onto my lips. I ordered a latte and a chocolate muffin, taking a seat by the window, efficiently further away from the other tables.

I had just began eating, when the bell at the top of door signaled a customer's arrival. I lifted my eyes to the new inclusion in a knee jerk reaction, gasping inaudibly at the sight of familiar steel eyes. My body heated up immediately, it was as if he had touching me but he was only looking at me.

Great, now I'm being pathetic again. A voice in my head taunted.

I tried to look away but I couldn't, his stare was completely compelling. I didn't dare blink as his intense eyes filled with amusement, a slow smirk beginning to rise on his full lips. His friend called him over to the counter, braking up the weird staring we were doing.

What is wrong with me? He's just a guy, an insanely hot guy, but a guy nonetheless. Was I too consumed by him, that I didn't even noticed the other person he came with? I had only just noticed a tall, dark skinned guy, standing beside him whilst they waited for their order.

When I shifted my eyes from them to look around, I noticed how almost everyone's attention was on them. The men looked at them with distinct respect as the women practically panted with lust, I'm almost sure I saw someone pulling their shirt down to draw attention to their busty chest. I almost scoffed at how desperate she look, but I'm probably not much better than her.

I got back to eating my muffin, promising myself not to look at him again. So even when I felt the intensity of his eyes on me, I didn't look up. Soon enough they leave and the previous quiet chatter fills the cafe again.

The rest of the day goes by well enough, leading me to pray the rest of the semester remains just as smooth, but somehow I knew I was lying to myself, nothing ever goes right for me.

Later that day, Avery and I decide to have a movie night and order pizza to celebrate a successfully first day. We watched countless romance movies before Avery retired to bed, bidding me a goodnight. I called my mother telling her about my first day, excluding the weird encounter this morning. The call ended soon after, my eyes drifting closed as I welcomed slumber.