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When I wake up the next morning, Trish is, surprisingly, gone. I realize she must have had an early class, but lucky for me, my first class on Mondays is not until noon. It's ten now, so I'll have about an hour and a half to get ready before I need to leave.

I get up and shower, thinking carefully about my outfit for the day. I don't see any point in coming all the way back to the dorm to change before I go to Starbucks to meet Austin, so I will wear my outfit to classes as well. I decide to go casual in denim shorts, a flowy yellow top, and yellow Converse since it's not really a date... Right?

I do my makeup as usual, just some mascara and blush, before loosely curling my hair. I think I look pretty good. I pack up my bookbag with the notebooks and textbooks I will need for today before grabbing my wallet and sunglasses and heading out the door, locking it behind me.

It's hot today... Probably in the ninety-degrees range, which isn't unusual for Miami. It was hot basically all year, which I enjoy. I've left a bit earlier than I intended, so I drop into a small bakery and order a bagel and some coffee to eat on my way to class.

I'm surprised when I pass Trish, but she doesn't seem to notice me. She's on the phone, talking a bit fast. "Yeah, yeah, calm down, I'm on my way!" She is soon past me, and I wonder where she's going, but I don't think about it much longer as I continue my way to class.

Class is boring and drags on for what seems like ages, though I know it's not long before we're dismissed. All we did was go over the syllabus and whatnot before the professor said we could go. I eagerly get out the door, checking the time... 1:15. I find myself disappointed, but I'm not sure why... I think it has something to do with the fact that meeting up with Austin is nearly four hours away... And I still had one more class for the day which wasn't until three.

I ended up just walking around campus until going to my next class, which was just as excruciatingly boring as the one before it. Usually I would be more optimistic about class, but going to MUNY had been my dream, and instead, I was at University of Miami. Which, don't get me wrong, I liked... It just wasn't where I truly wanted to be.

Five finally came around, and I arrived at Starbucks casually late. I saw Austin sitting at a small table near the back, so I made my way towards him. He smiles and waves when he sees me, motioning for me to sit down.

"I didn't know what you wanted, so I decided to wait for you before ordering. What do you want?" He asks, standing up.

"A caramel frappe," I say, pulling a five dollar bill out of my wallet, "here."

He shakes his head. "I'm paying for it."

I scowl. "Okay, fine." He walks towards the counter and gets in the short line. He returns with our drinks, sitting my cup in front of me and taking a sip of his own. He's ordered simple coffee. He shrugs off his jacket, which is made of black leather. It went nicely with his white t-shirt, jeans, and black Converse. I had never paid attention to his outfits before, but I don't remember them being this... Simple, yet effective at giving off the idea that he had a hard personality. When his jacket is completely off, I notice the dark marks of a tattoo on his arm, which I'm kind of shocked by, but he talks before I have time to observe it.

"I'm glad you finally agreed to give me your number." He laughs, and I chuckle. "Hope this isn't too early for a first date." I raise my eyebrows in surprise. So this was a date after all. He laughs at my expression and says, "What? Is this not a date?"

I shrug, my cheeks growing hot. "I wasn't sure, to be honest, but yeah... I guess it is..."

The corner of his mouth curves into a smile before he says, "First date?"

I'm a bit taken aback and offended, but I shake it off. "No... I've been in a serious relationship before."

He doesn't seem surprised, as I expected him to be. He simply nods, and now it's my turn to ask a nosy question. "Have you?"

He reaches a hand behind his neck and says, "Uh, no... Not really."

I stir up my whipped cream into the remaining half of my cold beverage. I'm not surprised by this, but I was secretly hoping he had been... Because if he had been, that would mean that he wasn't a complete player. Not that I had any hopes of having a relationship, as I said earlier, he isn't my type, but he actually seems like a pretty nice guy underneath the bad boy exterior.

He doesn't give me any more information on the subject, so I don't push for it. I find myself asking the same question I was so confused on last night: Why did he seem so interested in me when we were, obviously, nothing alike? He interrupts my thoughts by asking another question. "So, what are you majoring in?"

"Music." I say simply, taking another sip of my drink. He raises his eyebrows.

"Really? Like... Do you sing, or what?" He observes me curiously.

I shrug with a small grin. "Piano, mostly, but I can play other instruments... And I can sing, some too..."

"Wow," He breathes, "I love to sing." The corners of his mouth curl into a smile, and I can tell he's proud of himself for finding something we can connect on. I'm surprised by his confession, and wonder for a moment whether he's bluffing just to try and impress me, but I can tell he's being genuine by his smile.

"Really? That's awesome!" So maybe we do have something in common after all.

We spend the rest of our... er, date talking about our favorite artists and songs and genres and all kinds of things. Our taste in music isn't far apart, much to my surprise, and I find conversation easy with him. Two hours have passed before we know it, and our drinks have long past been finished. We decide to leave and walk around campus some. He puts his jacket back on, and I mentally slap myself for not figuring out what his tattoo is before it's covered up.

"So, when would you like to meet up again?" He asks, taking a seat in the grass below a tree.

I think on it for a moment. I tell myself internally, you really shouldn't see him again, because he's not at all your type, and you re probably wasting your time while you could be finding a very nice, clean, on-track boy... I'm drawn to Austin, though, sadly enough. I feel oddly connected to him now, though I've only spent about two hours really getting to know who he is. And, despite how lovely he has seemed in the time I've spent with him, it's obvious he doesn't know how to handle a serious relationship, which is what I'm looking for, not some fling...

"You're over thinking it." He says when I don't reply, and I bite my lip nervously.

"I don't think I am, really..." I say honestly.

He sighs and nods, standing up. "I know you probably think I'm bad for you or something like that, yeah? And you're probably right, but you got to learn to live a little, Ally."

I scoff. "I'm perfectly fine with the way I'm living."

He shrugs. "One more date. One more, and if you decide you were right and I was wrong after that, I'll leave you alone."

I stare into his brown eyes, he seemed to be begging, though he had his arms crossed and gave no signs of plead. I sigh in defeat, and nod slowly. "Okay, one more date."

He grins before we arrange for him to come to my dorm and spend the day there Saturday, since we can't really think of another place to meet. I make a mental note to be sure Trish knows he's coming, and hopefully she'll leave... Not that I want to be rude, but I'd rather be alone with him.

He surprises me by hugging me, and I return it, before he suggests walking me to my dorm so that he'll know where it is for Saturday. I agree, and we begin walking. It feels odd walking next to him without trying to escape him, I stifle a giggle at the memory from only yesterday.

We reach the door and I silently pray he doesn't try to kiss me, because I'm sure I would become emotionally attached to him after something like that, but he thankfully doesn't. I wonder how easy it must be for him to ask girls on dates and be such a gentleman? I bet he's had a lot of practice... I shake off the thought as he smiles, telling me goodnight, and shuts the door.

I turn around the find Trish, who looks up from her phone and smiles. "Go well?" She asks, and I nod, my cheeks flushing. "Second date?" She asks again, and I nod once more. Her phone goes off, and she replies to the text quickly before putting her phone beside her, which reminds me of something.

"I passed you today, on my way to class." I say, flopping down on my bed. She raises her eyebrows.

"You were on the phone or something, I think you were going to meet someone."

She stares at me for a moment before shrugging and saying, "Yeah, I was." She gets up from the bed and says, "I'm gonna take a shower," before grabbing her phone and closing herself in the bathroom.

Okay, that was kind of weird... Did she not want me to know who she was meeting up with? I'm being silly, I convince myself before putting on my pajamas and crawling in bed to watch some television, listening to the sound of the running water. My own phone vibrates and I read the text from Austin.

great time 2nite, can't wait 2 see u saturday. :)

I was going to have to be careful, or I would end up falling for this boy... With his bad texting grammar and all.

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