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John's POV

I drink my iced coffee in silence until I'm interrupted by the most beautiful voice I've heard all day.

"Hi John," He says smiling. Ever since the day I passed that damn note to him in Washington's class I've been thinking of nothing but that fucking smile.

"Hey babe," I say before winking. A fire lights inside of me when I see I made him blush. To be completely honest, I use to have a disliking towards Alexander. He seemed hungry. Too hungry. I had been watching him before we formally met and the way he gets so into his work is unlike anything I've ever seen. His cocky eyes and unsettling smirk drew me in. I look into his eyes but I can't seem to comprehend what's going on in his mind. I'm usually quite good at being able to read people, but when it comes to him I just can't, and it drives me fucking insane.

"John, what are you thinking about?" He asks.

I snap back into reality and smile at him. "Nothing." He raises an eyebrow, not fully believing me. I twirl a piece of my hair with my finger.

"I know you, John. When you zone out or get nervous you play with your hair." He smirks at me. Goddammit. I hate how he's able to read me so well. I would give anything to see what's going on inside his mind. I untangle my finger from my hair and rub my face.

I sigh. "Really Alex, it's nothing. I'm just stressed out about work." Which isn't really a lie. I work at an internship for children's psychology and honestly some of the things these kids go through are scary as hell, and I feel horrible for them.

He pouts his lip. "Baby we've talked about this. You can't worry about those kids. Your job is to help their problems go away, not transfer their them to you. You don't need that weight on your shoulders." He says. I know he's right. He always seems to be right. I continue to look into his eyes, desperately trying to read him. I have no idea how he feels about me and it's killing me. "John? Are you sure that's all that's bothering you?"

I open my mouth, wanting so badly to tell him how I feel. Wanting to push him against the wall and kiss him until daylight runs out. I shut my mouth. "Yeah I'm fine." He raises an eyebrow. "Seriously Alex I'm fine. I have to go." I say getting up quickly and throwing my coffee away on the way out.

"John," I hear him calling after me. I run my fingers through my hair and try to block him out. I know running out was a little childish but I couldn't stand looking into his eyes and not being able to see the unknown. Why do I waste my time on him? I know he's leading me on. If I keep seeing him I'm only going to get hurt. He's just another jerk that only wants sex. He doesn't like me and he never will.

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I throw my backpack onto the in my dorm and fall face-first onto my bed. Today has been awful, and the fact that I've been deciding to ignore Alexander is not making anything any better.

I rub my face with my hands and sigh. Dammit I miss him. I know I shouldn't. The worst part is that he doesn't even seem fazed that I stopped taking to him. When we pass each other in the halls he just looks down at a book or some shit and doesn't even acknowledge me. Why did I have to fall in love with this arrogant beautiful asshole?