Seeing her so flustered is precious. She even freezes in the doorframe, her hand still on the doorknob. Looks like I managed to surprise her. Well, if the movies weren't that empty, I probably wouldn't have done it, but it's the last movie for tonight and it's way after 10pm. No one is going to walk here, and even if they do, I will apologize and leave. Easy.

"This is a women's bathroom." She hisses, coming closer to wash her hands. I keep quiet, letting my eyes wander all over her body. She is wearing a black dress with a floral print, and the skirt ends just above her knees. It has long sleeves and a little cut-out neckline, giving me a great view of her cleavage. Those tits look like they are perfect, and I can't wait to see them without all these clothes... "Are you suddenly deaf?"

I blink, swallowing a lump in my throat. It's one thing staying silent to rile her up, but being mute because of the thoughts I was just having? It's my downfall. Nothing is going to happen. End of story. I plaster a sarcastic grin on my face, holding her gaze. "I'm not deaf."

"Then you must be blind." She turns on the water, adds soap, and starts washing her hands. "Maybe you didn't notice the sign, but I'm telling you this is a women's bathroom. You're not allowed in here."

"Says who?"

"Um, society." She shrugs her shoulders, turning off the water and taking a paper towel to dry her hands.

"Society says I can be whatever I want, and everyone should support me with my decision," I say, watching as she turns around and leans her side against the counter. "Anyone can be anything, and I definitely can be in a women's bathroom. Just because I want to be here right now."

"That's Zootopia and not the real world." She comments, and I notice the corners of her mouth quirk up in a tiniest smile.

"I don't watch Disney movies."

"Then how do you know the quote, about anyone could be anything? And how do you know it's Disney?" She got me. I watch Disney, sometimes. When I'm in the mood after I visit my mom. It gives me a very nostalgic vibe and I enjoy it. Immensely. Though I would prefer to die instead of ever admitting it aloud, especially to her.

"What quote?" I murmur, tilting my head to the side. "And besides, Zootopia posters were everywhere a few years ago. I would have needed to be blind not to notice them, so it kinda proves you wrong. I saw the sign. I just don't care."

"About a lot of things apparently." She mutters and then takes a deep breath. "What do you want, Thompson?"

"Nothing."

"It doesn't really seem like you want nothing." She pouts her lips, making them look even bigger. "Can you please do me a favor and fuck off?"

"Can't do that," I say slowly, bending my head down to look her in the eyes. Such a beautiful dark green color! Her gaze is stormy, and I'm mesmerized by her yet again.

"What did I do to you, huh? If you are still hung up on what happened or didn't happen between my roommate and you-"

"I don't give a shit about that girl. I forgot about her the day I walked out of your room and blocked her account on Instagram after she sent me photos of her boobs." Her nose wrinkles in disgust and she knits her brows together.

"Ew! Why do you even... Ugh!" She shakes her head, looking around. "I don't really like girls who send nude photos to boys they aren't even dating, but I hate guys who talk about those photos even more! You're horrible!"

911? We've got an emergency. Her words are totally on point, and I don't really know what I can do to change her mind. She's the first person after Clay who I told about these photos, and I wasn't going to tell anyone else. I deleted everything her roommate sent to me the second I blocked her.

"I didn't tell anyone-"

"How do you think guys would feel if they knew I showed their dickpics to my bestie and discussed their size, length, smoothness?" She bombards me with questions, and I feel my mind becoming jelly. Dudes send her dickpics? A lot? "I never discuss these pics. I never show them to anyone, and I just block any guy who does this to me. While you-"

"Clay is the only person who is aware of these photos because I wanted to know if she sent them just to me, or to him too. I deleted her messages and blocked her, and I didn't show her boobs to anyone." I blurt out, using her moment of silence. "I'm not the type of guy to brag about those photos."

"Dunno... you look like the type to me." She challenges me, and it changes my mood. I narrow my eyes, leaning even closer to her.

"To brag about my sex life or send photos of my cock?" And she bites her bottom lip when the word 'cock' leaves my mouth. She has a very dirty mind, doesn't she?

"The first one." She shifts a little, crossing her legs at her ankles.

"You're wrong. I don't brag, and never discuss how it was with anyone. Not even with Clay." I comment, gazing at her intently. "Ask him if you don't trust what I'm saying."

"So, you're an honest person?"

"Yes."

"Okay. Then a question. What do you want from me, Thompson?" She purrs sweetly, a fire dances behind her irises.

"You're not listening." I smirk loudly. "Nothing. I don't want anything from you."

"Then what is it all about? Why are you here? Why were you watching lil ol me instead of Eternals?"

"I think I like our dynamic."

"Our what?" She blinks, scowling at me.

"Our dynamic." I repeat with a smile. "At first, I was irritated with you, but now it's kinda funny. How you react to me, and how easy it is for me to get under your skin. Like with that dare... you could have said no, but you knew I wouldn't get off your back, so..."

"This is entertaining for you?" She folds her arms across her chest, becoming defensive. "Do you enjoy seeing me so aggravated? Volatile?"

"A little."

"You're making my first year in college unbearable." She hisses.

"Don't be so dramatic, freshman." It comes out on its own, without me even thinking. Her face expression becomes blank, and I have this strange feeling in my gut that I just broke our dynamic.

She takes a step to the side, intending to walk around me to the door, but I block her way. "Get lost, Thompson."

"I thought we were talking," I mumble, shoving my hands in my pockets to hide my nervousness.

"It's an illusion. I don't talk to people who can't even call me by my name."

"You don't call me by my name either." I retort, reminding myself of a big kid.

"Really, Colton? You're looking for excuses, nothing else. I bet you don't even say my name in your head." Is she a mind reader? She sees right through me, and it scares me. For real. "See? Your face says it all. Do you even know why you're like that?"

"Like what?" I lick my lips, seeing her beautiful eyes narrow on me even more.

"You're closed-off and opinionated. You don't let people in, because you have too many things you don't want to share with anyone. Thus, you create boundaries, filter your words and even your thoughts. Calling someone by their name means becoming familiar. Becoming closer. And you're dead-set on being distant." She takes a step closer, looking up at me, making me realize how small she is in comparison to me. So fragile, but at the same time, she's a warrior. I don't even know why, but that word suits her perfectly. Just as the way she described me... and I'm not ready to admit it.

"Did you know that everyone at the party heard you have sex," I speak in a hushed voice. "You let a guy fuck you in the bathroom of a house full of strangers and everyone heard you. Everyone."

"At least I fuck the guy I like." She takes a step closer, her eyes locked on mine. She's really pissed. Though a question pops in and I'm having a hard time getting rid of it. "While you-"

"Do you really like Benson?" I blabber hurriedly, cutting her off.

"What?" Shutting her down is ridiculously simple, but only because she's stunned by my question.

"You said you fuck the guy you like." I repeat after her like an idiot. "Do you really like him?"

"Fuck you." She beelines to the door, but I grab the doorknob, not letting her open it. "Open the damn door!"

"Is my question so hard to answer?" I whisper in her ear. "Is it so hard, Ava?"

Me saying her name has the effect I hope for. She wheels around slowly and peers at my face. I wait for her to say something, literally anything except her saying yes. Or so I think. "I certainly do not like you." She punctuates every word, and I'm losing it. For the first time in my entire life, I've lost control and I'm not sure I want to take it back.

"Fuck it." I mumble to myself, wind my hand around her waist and pull her close to my chest. Without giving myself a chance to change my mind or give her the opportunity to push me away, I bend my head down and cover her lips with mine. Just because I want to have a taste, nothing else.

I press her closer and she gasps in surprise, letting me slide my tongue inside her mouth. The second mine brushes hers, my cock comes to life and my whole body becomes tingly because she answers my kiss, closing her eyes at once. She has a fucking piercing in her tongue, and it makes this moment even more sensual. More passionate but at the same time slow. I don't want to rush things, not with her. I want to experience every emotion this kiss is giving me, every quickened heartbeat this girl causes me. I want it all.

The scent of her perfume wafts around me, filling my nostrils and sliding under my skin. It's strong and at the same time very pleasant. I really like it. Her perfume definitely has some vanilla and coffee notes, but I'm not really good with all that girly stuff, so these scents are the only ones I'm able to recognize. Her mouth is soft, and I suck her bottom lip into my mouth and graze my teeth over it. This girl drives me nuts, and I have no idea if I ever will be able to react to her without looking like an obsessed moron.

Lifting her and turning to my right, I put her on the countertop and stand between her legs. Our lips move together, and our tongues play with each other while I let my hands slide down to her hips. She's so freaking fine, so my brain stops functioning. I want her, here and now, and we're in the bathroom of a fucking movie theatre. It's the worst timing and the place ever! I know all that, but resisting isn't my strong suit.

I squeeze her butt and yank her to me, until she's sitting on the very edge and my hard dick pokes through my pants for her to feel it. She moans in our kiss, and it's the sweetest sound on earth... especially because I'm the reason for it. She moans for me, and I can't fucking wait for her to scream my name. Over and over and over again.

The door closing with the bang makes us both freeze and I lean away from her. Someone just walked into a men's bathroom as it was the only other door in this hallway. We both are breathing hard, our chests rising and falling as if we just finished running a marathon. Not a marathon for sure, but I just had the best kiss in my life. I have never felt...

"What the hell was that?!" Her whisper-yelling brings me back to reality. I furrow my brow, gawking at her in bewilderment. What the hell was what?

She pushes me away and jumps to her feet, smoothing down the skirt of her dress. Her movements are erratic, proving her nervousness. What is going on?! I honestly feel absolutely confused and out of place. It's the first time in my life a girl went from moaning to literally destroying me with her glare in a matter of seconds.

She strides for the door and this time, I just watch her, not moving a single finger. "Don't you dare kiss me!" She opens the door and looks at me over her shoulder, halting in her tracks. "Never do that again, Thompson. Ever!"

"But you kissed me back, Ava." I tone in amusement. It takes two people to kiss the way we just did. I wasn't alone in it, and I fucking know it.

"In your dreams." She stammers loudly, and the next moment I know the door slams shut. Isn't she the cutest? Man, this girl is going to be my absolute nightmare.

Washing my face, I quickly walk out of the bathroom and head back to the movie. I haven't said a word to Clay, so it would be better for me to return and try to watch Eternals at least a little. Or watch her again. I definitely like the second option better and can't stop myself from smiling once I go down to my seat. She likes me. Ava really likes me, and for irrevocably strange reasons, I'm excited. I'm scared as shit but at the same time, this new experience intrigues me. It's a very big deal for someone like me, and I...

The thought goes into the loop, as I slump down on my seat near Clay. Where the fuck is she? Did she take another seat? Did she even come back? My blood boils, and hair stands on its end. I'm a mess and can only be grateful for the darkness of this place. I probably look like a total psychopath.

"What took you so long?" My best friend turns his head to gape at me. "You missed such an awesome moment! Jolie-"

"Another call from my dad." I tell him quickly, not letting him continue.

"Sorry that he's ruining your night." Clay smiles sadly and looks away, focusing on the movie again.

I take a deep breath, fold my arms across my chest and just stare at the screen. If someone later asked me anything about Eternals, I wouldn't be able to tell them what this movie was about. My mind is occupied with someone incredibly special, and she has no intention of leaving. Fucking remarkable! I'm stuck in the room, watching something I don't want to watch and thinking about someone I never thought I would be thinking about.

When the movie ends, Benson and I are the first ones to leave. We walk near each other, shoulder to shoulder, not saying anything. Drake opens the door and we both blink. The lights are too bright after the darkness of the movie hall. I rub my eyes with my knuckles, adapting to my surroundings but a loud laughter whizzes through the atmosphere.

I whirl my head in the direction of the sound and see her. She is sitting on a couch with a guy who works here. I remember him, as he was the one who sold me my ice cream. I instantly clench my jaw, and with my peripheral vision notice Drake doing totally the same. Is he jealous? Dammit, I hope not.

"There you are." Layla's voice behind my back sends shivers down my spine, as if she sent the damned army of spiders running back and forth on my skin. "Ava, are you ready to leave?"

She nods her head, stands up and spins to face the guy. I have no idea what she tells him, but he smiles from ear to ear. Fuck! She bends her head down and plants a kiss on this dude's cheek. Double fuck!

"How was the movie?" Her voice is melodic and clear, as she saunters to her best friend and Grace.

"How was the guy?" Grace sing-songs but I want to strangle her for this stupid question.

"Alec? He's nice." Ava says, and I'm freaking sure she knows I'm listening. Is she aware Drake is listening to her words too? "He kept me entertained, so he's way better than the movie."

"Unfortunately, I can't really agree with that. Harry Styles was amazeballs!" Layla drapes a hand over her best friend's shoulder and tugs her close to her side.

They almost walk out of the door, when Drake starts off and jogs over to the girls. After a brief exchange, he walks out of the movies with them. Motherfucker is giving them the ride to the dorm. How convenient! I chew on my inner cheek, waiting for Clay to show up. When he finally does, I'm beyond impatient but also enthusiastic. I know what I should do to get her all alone with me, and I'm pretty sure I'll be able to pull it off. At least it's something I want to believe.