You and Cazimir van der Waal were like a remora and a shark.

You let him sketch you doing various poses, and he acted like a guard dog to keep douchebags like Derek from schmoozing on you in the hallway. It was a give and take that confused everyone but you two. But no one else needed to understand but you.

"You're late," Caz grumbled, not looking up from his charcoal canvas. His dark green jacket that symbolized that he was in the Arts Division. His backpack was lazily tossed aside in the grass.

This spot was just yours. The rundown church was out of the way of students and no one ever came by. Caz had had it to himself until you'd stumbled across it trying to hide from some of the guys in your class. Maybe he'd taken pity on your tears. Or maybe he'd been intrigued by the new girl around campus.

Regardless, Cazimir was part of your new normal.

"I didn't know we had a specific time now," you replied, unsure of how much teasing was allowed with him.