"Hey, Peter," Andrew Parker, Peter's obnoxious roommate said as soon as Peter entered the dorm room they shared. "I heard that you've been dating Jane White."

"I wouldn't exactly call it dating-"

"Did you two, you know?"

Peter wrinkled his eyebrows in confusion before realizing what his roommate was talking about. "No, she's a lady, not a tramp," Peter said slightly repulsed by his roommate's crude behavior. Sure, Peter had the same increased testosterone levels as all young men his age, but he had been raised that the activity his roommate often enjoyed was a private affair.

"She's weird-I don't know about a lady," Andrew muttered.

"My mother taught me to treat all women as ladies," Peter replied.

"But that won't get you any!"

"You're being crude," Peter scowled.

"I might be crude, but at least I'm a happy man. You look like you've lost your best friend half the time. If you engaged in the "activities" I do, you would have a little more spring in your step."

Peter sighed. A woman's company would not help lift the nostalgia he had felt everyday since he had told that he could never enter the land he called home. "I doubt that. I might be a little more disease ridden…"

"So you're the only person that Jane White has ever really talked to-"

"We don't exactly talk," Peter interjected. Even though they had went to the bakery to drink coffee almost everyday that they had English history, most of the time they sat in silence as they worked on their homework. However, Peter found the odd woman's presence oddly soothing dispite her quiet and introverted nature.

"Man!"

"I've already told you! We don't have that kind of a relationship," Peter said indigently.

"You need to take advantage of this!" Andrew exclaimed.

"I will not!"

"You should. Have you looked at her chest? It's amazing and that blond hair- I would love to wrap my hand in that, not to mention that the quiet ones are always the best in-" Andrew stopped mid-sentence and instantly paled as he stared at the doorway.

Peter spun around to see Jane herself standing in the doorway, looking shocked and rather hurt. "Here," she said as she shoved a paper in his face before he could say anything. "This got mixed up with my stuff." He recognized it has a paper he was writing for Shakespeare Literature. "I thought that I should return it."

"Jane-"

"Take the stupid paper!" she said pressingly. As soon as his hand wrapped around the paper, she bolted away.

"Jane, wait!" he called as he dashed after her. He cursed himself for choosing a room on the first floor as she swung open the door leading to the street. He knew that he needed to catch her now and explain things to her before she had the opportunity to let Andrew's words fester. She was faster than he expected, but he was a young man in his prime, and continued to chase her as fast as he could. It only took a couple of blocks for him to catch up with her. "Jane!" he reached out and grabbed her her, bring her to an unwilling halt.

"Let me go!" she cried.

"No! You need to listen to-" Peter was taken by surprise when she took her free arm and punched him squarely on the face. He momentarily let go of her, giving her the chance to run again, but this time, she only got a few more steps away before Peter grabbed her again, this time grabbing both wrists to keep her from punching him again. "Don't kick me," he said firmly.

"Let me go, Peter!" she said furiously.

"You didn't hear the whole conversation!"

"I heard enough!"

"I told Andrew that he was crude!"

"Yeah, right! When I was young, all people saw me for was who my mother was, and here all people see me as is the tall blond," Jane said angrily.

"I don't see you like that!" Peter exclaimed.

"Really? You haven't noticed my amazing chest?" she demanded, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Well, I'm not blind, Jane! But I also I'm trying to see you for who you are, but you don't let people in!" She tried to pull away.

"Because people are awful! I thought that maybe you were different, but I was wrong!"

"You weren't wrong! You were right if you were thinking about Andrew, but I'm not him. I can't be accountable for what he says. You said that you don't have any family, and everyone knows that you don't have any friends, which means that you have no one except me, and the thought of actually having someone scares the hell out of you, even if you don't realize that's what you're afraid of," Peter said.

"No, you're wrong!" she cried, tears starting to form in her eyes.

"Peter?" Edmund's familiar voice said. Peter, who had forgotten about his brother's plans to visit, accidently loosened his grip, which Jane took advantage of the situation, and ripped out of his hands. He started to go after her, but Edmund's demanded voice stopped him. "What's going on? Why are you attacking a girl?"

"I wasn't attacking her," Peter said angrily has he ran his hands threw his hair.

"Than what where you doing to the poor girl?" Edmund asked.

"I was trying to make her listen! She's so stubborn!"

"She didn't look like she wanted to listen."

"I know that!"

"Why is your nose bleeding?" Edmund asked.

Peter reached up, and sure enough, his nose was bleeding pretty profusely. "She punched me!"

"She really didn't want to listen to you," Edmund said with a snicker. "What did you do?"

"Nothing! She overheard my roommate saying something pretty crude about her, and she thought that I was in on the conversation, but I wasn't!" Peter said irritably as he held his nose.

"Why do you care so much?" Edmund asked thoughtfully.

"She deserves to know that I didn't betray her trust! She has such a chip on her shoulder about something, and I'm not going to let this add weight to it," Peter said irritably.

"So what? She'll get over it," Edmund said calmly. "She seems like she can handle herself."

"She has no ability to connect!" Peter exclaimed.

"Then why are you even friends with her?" Edmund asked.

"I don't know. She doesn't ask me what's wrong all the time. She doesn't annoy me with stupid questions that I can't answer."

"About why we're kind of different?" Edmund asked.

"Exactly! Because she's considered so odd that she doesn't ask me about why I'm a little strange."

"You have odd tastes in women," Edmund muttered as they walked back to Peter's dormitory.

"Our relationship isn't like that," Peter snapped. "We do our homework together. I've only known her for a few weeks."

"Not to mention that she's not really your type," Edmund said. "You tend to like short brunettes."

Peter gave his brother an annoyed look. "I don't have a type."

"Not here. Here you all you do is a little flirting, but I remember in Narnia, you were considered to be quiet a charmer," Edmund said teasingly.

"You're making fun of me."

"What are brother's here for?"