I walked back to my dorm, immediately surrounding myself with nightfall. After getting our food, Jake and I decided to head back to his dorm to eat it there. What was supposed to be a two hour long lunch ended up going past sunset. After our lunch, Jake demanded a rematch in Soul Caliber V. I ultimately and embarrassingly (well, for him) defeated him again and again, making the scoreboard ten to three. It's kind of sad, considering that the three times he beat me were when he threw my remote across the room. Damn cheater.

As I walked across the street, headed for my dorm building near the library, my mind began to wander towards the green eyed man. What was his deal? Did he have some kind of problem with people leaning over counters? Did I accidentally cut him off when we headed towards the line? Was my stench so horrid that he was able to smell it from across the room? Or maybe he saw me mixing my drinks and became disgusted with me, probably wondering what kind of childhood trauma I must have went through to be so demented as to mix my drinks. But that's just ridiculous; it's just mixing soda flavors... Whatever. There was no point in contemplating over this. It wasn't as if I was going to see him again. This university houses thousands of students. And maybe he just had staring problems, who knows? Maybe he was the type of guy who was detail oriented, taking in and basking to every bit of detail in his surroundings. So, when he looked in my direction, what he saw was not me but rather, maybe, food stuck between my teeth...? I let out a frustrated sigh. Reaching the dorm building, I took out my school I.D. from my wallet and held it up to the scanner beside the door. It sprung open and I headed towards my room.

Regardless, as I continued to ponder over the mysterious man, he somehow looked familiar. I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Then again, it could have been his "bad boy" appearance: his darkwashed straight denim jeans that were wrapped around the long, slender, and muscular (I'm merely assuming) legs, topped off with his black skateboard shoes. The black leather jacket hung over his broad shoulders which were covered by a dark Bad Religion band t-shirt, filling out a lean and toned silohuette. A chiseled jawline covered with a light brown beard, flecks of gold flying off of it. High cheekbones. Well groomed eyebrows. His hair, a disarray of an ambiguous color between copper and brown. And those green eyes. Now that I think about it, besides for that constipated face he made at me, his body structure wasn't all that bad; neither was his taste in music. I nodded to myself as I let myself into my room. A singles' dorm room: no roommates, no problems. A perk from obtaining a full scholarship to the university.

After brushing my teeth and washing my face, I changed into my pajamas and turned on the laptop, printing out my class schedule. I looked it over for tomorrow. One class, English Literature, at 11:00 AM. Oh, the joy. I turned off the laptop and headed to bed. I glanced at the clock. 10:17 PM.

Might as well sleep and be well rested for the new year. As I closed my eyes, two emerald gems came into mind.

Two green eyes beckoning me to come, revealing a twinkle that was never there before. His lips, thin and seemingly soft, had begun to move, yet no sound came out. And then he smiled- big, wide, and charmingly crooked. His light beard hadn't done anything except accentuate his defined jawline. He was the exact embodiment of

"Beautiful," I sighed.

"I'm sorry, what was that?" said the cashier at Starbucks.

Shit. Could this get any more embarassing?

"Sorry, I meant, can I get a venti white chocolate mocha?" I said quickly.

"Of course. Your name?"

After ordering, I went towards the back of the store to wait for my order. God damn it, Bella. This is what I get for obsessing over that guy from yesterday. What, obsessing? Psh, when do I ever obsess? Sure, maybe over Teen Titans or shoes or sales, but not over boys. Isabella Swan does not obsess over boys. And that's that. This guy wasn't anyone to me. It was just a dream, a result of my... Fascination for the man. "Bella!" I overheard the barista say. I grabbed my coffee, thanked her, and left. I glanced at my phone. 10:45 AM. Oh shit, oh shit. I'm gonna be late. I sped walked through the campus, looking for the building of my Lit class.

I entered the classroom and looked around. Every seat near the front was taken. To the back it was. I glanced around to find my potential seat and decided that the one next to the sleeping guy would be the best option. At least he wouldn't be bothering me today.

I sat down at the desk and set my coffee down. I reached into my bag and began taking out my notebook and pencils. I glanced over at the sleeping guy. With his head buried into his arms, it was hard to make

out how he looked. He wore a black hoodie and dark straight denim jeans. He had a slim figure and a disarray of copper toned hair. Seriously, what is with people and copper colored hair lately? Was it a new fad or is an all mighty being just teasing me today?

And then he rustled.

I froze, wondering if he somehow sensed me creeping at him. Wait, creeping? What the hell is wrong with me today. First obsessing and now creeping? Damn, green eyes. This is his fault. If he hadn't-

"ATCHOOO!"

I jumped in surprise and turned to look at the creature that made the noise. He looked straight ahead, seemingly dazing into space. From sideview, he had an accentuated jawline, a somewhat cleft chin. His hair fell down to the mid-sideburn that somehow elegantly faded into... A blond freckled beard? What the...

After a few moments, he buried his face into his hands and and slowly dragged them down. And then he turned towards me. Holy mother of...

"Aw, man," he said as he eyed my coffee. "That would be of very good use right now." His low yet smooth voice caught me off guard. My heart began racing. My eyes widened. The rooms began to sink in. Holy shit, it's getting too hot in here. The rooms are closing in on me. Is this what it feels like to have a panic attack? Because... Oh shit, shit, shit...

"I don't suppose you bought that for me," he said, chuckling.

Oh fuck, kill me now. That chuckle. That beard. That copper colored hair.

Those green eyes.