After that embarrassing encounter with him, I just couldn't take my mind off of that exact moment when our faces were only inches apart. His ragged breathing was soothing in a way and his musky scent engulfed me completely, making me feel safe.

Ugh I shouldn't have poked my head behind the wall ! I should've just let him find me in a weird angle, at least that's less awkward and I could just laugh it off like I normally do.

Though how much I regretted my decision at that time, I just couldn't forget his face. His high prominent cheekbones and well defined jawline complemented his whole appearance, making him look sculpted like a Greek God. And his eyes ... His piercing blue orbs were as if dark pools of immeasurable depths, pulling and sucking me in until I drown ...

I have never felt like this before, even though it's only for a brief moment, but at that exact moment my whole body stopped functioning. I couldn't breathe. I could only focus on him and him alone ... I didn't know what's going on with me, but I could feel myself drawn to him instantly, like a moth to fire.

Is it even possible to like someone at first sight ? For goodness sake, I didn't even know his name and he left without saying a word ! How horny can I be ? I admit I have always thought of hundreds of possibilities of how I can find the one in college but liking the first guy I saw in this school ? No ! I shouldn't be like this !

I tossed and turned in my bed, flashes of the encounter kept on emerging in my head. I covered my head with my comforter, wishing to personally smack those flashbacks and pushed them out of my mind. The last thing I want is to develop feelings for a guy who I barely know on the first day of school just because of some horny teenage hormones. I shut my eyes tightly and finally drifted off to sleep.

The next day, I woke up early without getting a wink of sleep, so I decided to work out in the gym. I threw on my peach pink tank top and a pair of black tights before I went out. Since most of the students were only coming in today, the gym was pin drop silent. I did a cheer in my head, knowing that I could just blast music in here without a care. As I was walking to the far end where all the treadmills were, I saw someone with a familiar build lifting weights. I stopped as I studied his back, with his shoulder flexing, the muscles were visible even through the black fabric, his arms were painfully bulging against his sleeves as if they were going to ripped them apart.

As if my stare was drilling holes in the back of his head, he turned his head in one swift movement. That's when I realised I was staring too long.

My cheeks heat up as I met his cold hard gaze, irritation evident on his face. I gulped.

Should I tell him that I was just passing by yesterday ? He probably thought I heard the whole phone conversation yesterday.

When I was still contemplating if I should do it or not, my legs moved on it's own accord, started walking towards his direction.

"If you wanna get laid, go find someone else." He said harshly, his voice completely void of emotions.

I halted in my steps, stunned by his disrespectful words. I tried to speak, but no words came out. A burning sensation growing in my chest.

He raised one of his thick eyebrows, mocking me. "Not used to being rejected ?" He laughed bitterly and continued, "Girls like you disgusts me."

My heart squeezed painfully by his comment as I saw him turned back around continuing his weightlifting, as if nothing had happened.

My eyes stung as I clenched my teeth and raised my voice at him, "Excuse me? I didn't even do anything to offend you." I trudged closer to him, trying to make him listen to me.

To my surprise, he suddenly stood up, facing me, catching me off guard. His face was full of revulsion, those eyes that I once found mesmerising turned into emotionless beasts, boring into my mind as if trying to discover my deepest darkest secrets. With each step he took towards me, I took a step back until my back hit the wall. My breath hitched, with every single pound of my heartbeat loud and clear in my head.

He worked his hands up from my thighs all the way up to my waist. I squirmed under his touch, feeling jittery but shamefully aroused at the same time. His touch was like fire, igniting my whole body. He moved his other hand to caress my cheek, "Just as I thought. You are just as desperate as those girls. And you said you're different from them?" He scoffed, dropped his hands and backed away.

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The warmth that I felt a second ago was gone and I felt as if an ice cold bucket of water was dumped on my head instead.

It might be the look of disdain on his face or the fact that I was being wronged, but something in me got triggered by his words. The fire in me that I didn't know existed bursted into flames before I knew it, I couldn't think straight anymore. I knew I need to stand up for myself once.

I stormed towards him without realising myself and I slapped him.

I slapped him hard.

The resounding noise of the slap echoed off the walls.

The pain stroke through me, everything seemed to calm down at once. Realisation hit me as my brain processed what I had just done.

I pressed my back against the wall, my mouth opened and closed as I stared at the sight in front of me - his head hung down due to the force and his hand covering his left cheek.

Panic and guilt swelled within me and I ran. I turned and ran out before he could say anything.

I ran and ran until I was sure he wasn't chasing me. I stopped at a bench beside the road. My whole body was still shaking from what happened moments ago as I struggled to breathe properly.

I sat down, staring at the grass on the ground blankly.

I just slapped someone ! I freaking slapped someone ! What is wrong with me ? I shouldn't have done that no matter how much he deserved it ! Ugh should I go back and apologise ?

My hands curled into tight fists involuntarily, momentarily forgotten about my right hand which was still red and puffy. I hissed at the slight sting and the tingling pins and needles that spread through it.

I feel bad, really bad. But I can't face him again after I slapped him, at least not today ! His face must be painful since my hand still stings from the impact.

I let out an exasperated sigh, making a promise to myself that I will apologise for my behaviour next time I see him.

After sitting there for awhile, I finally got up and started walking to the direction of Elliot's dorm. He always knew how to make my day better and I really needed that positive energy right now.

I stood outside his door, fixing myself so that I wouldn't look too pathetic before knocking. But the person who opened the door wasn't Elliot, it was another guy who I assumed was his roommate. Judging by all those boxes inside, he should've just arrived not long ago.

"Umm hi. Is Elliot in there ?" I said awkwardly, peeking behind his tall figure.

A cheeky smile instantly spread across his face as he looked at me suggestively. Oh boy here it comes again.

"Dude, I didn't know you already had a girlfriend !" He yelled at Elliot while keeping his eyes on me.

"Uh actually no, umm we're -" I was cut off mid-sentence when I heard a distant 'What?' before I saw Elliot running to the front door. When he spotted me, his face lit up. "Hey Kat !" He pushed the guy out of his way and gave me a hug. He then turned to his roommate and slung his arms around my shoulder, " Austin, this is my girlfriend." I rolled my eyes as I heard what he said.

"Ells, stop it. It's not funny !" I patted his shoulder lightly. He shrugged, "Okay okay. I just thought it would be cool to have you as my girlfriend." He smirked at me.

"Eww gross." I scrunched my nose.

He let out a small laugh, trying to make a charming face, "I mean I don't think I'm that bad."

"Guys, I'm still here okay?" Elliot's roommate exclaimed.

I turned my attention back to his roommate and smiled apologetically, "Sorry, he's just being silly. I'm Kat." I stretched my hand out for him to shake.

"Austin." He smiled, shaking my hand.

"So Kat why are you here ? I thought you want to spend the day at your room." Elliot said while leading me inside.

Right. I didn't think of an excuse to come here just now ... I mean I can't tell him I slapped someone just now. And besides I don't want him to worry about me ...

As if Austin could sense my uneasiness, he interrupted me before I could say anything, "Umm I'll just unpack over there. Nice meeting you, Kat." He smiled then went to his room.

Now that me and Elliot were alone, he pulled me into his room and set me down on his bed, his playfulness that was shown a minute ago was completely gone.

"Okay, so what happened ? You seem like you're upset about something."

I shrugged, looking away from him. "Nothing much. Just that I'm kind of scared that I won't make any friends here."

Well technically it's not a lie, it's just that this is not the problem that made me upset just now.

"Oh god Kat, you're overthinking ! For a second I thought something bad happened to you." He said, clearly relaxed a little. "I'm sure you're gonna make a lot of friends on your own."

"No, Ells !" I denied him, "You know me, I'm always bad at making new friends. Besides they won't like me, I'm not cool nor talkative."

"Kat, relax, you're gonna be fine. I mean you met Oliver and Kyla all on your own and now you guys are best friends for like what, 12 years ?"

"It's different though, I was so young at that time I don't even remember how I met them. And at that time I was probably not weird and awkward like now."

"Okay. If you're that scared, let's just say we can hang out together until you find your own group of friends, deal ?"

"You sure ?"

"Yes, I'll do anything for you." He smiled.

"Thanks Ells. Love you." I leaned in for a hug.

"Love you too."