"God, aren't they beautiful?" said Roy as he nudged Jason, snapping him out of whatever thoughts he was having.

"Seriously? They're not that special." Jason grumbled, his brows furrowed, looking at the passing by figure--a freshman, totally new to the campus, yet this person somehow had become the most popular student in the span of a month. Sure you had those gleaming, twinkling eyes, bright like the sun smile with hair falling into place like domino, the definition of a muse, he deemed. And he'd seen you everywhere, school events, club activities, even heard of how sociable and wholesome you were at the frat parties he never came to.

But even when Jason had to admit you were really something else, something out of this world, he didn't like you, not one bit, he didn't like the gold rush. In his defense, he didn't like anticipatin' his face in a red flush, didn't like that anyone would die to feel your touch. Everybody wanted you, everybody wondered what it would be like to love you. But not him, no, he refused to let himself fall into that trap. You'd probably just lead everyone on then break all of those hearts. He knew that all to well.

Then all of a sudden, Roy 'accidentally' pushed him into you, making you drop all your books like in those cheesy romcoms he really hated. And after a cold hard glare and some silent curses were sent in Roy's direction, he turned back to you, grumbling as he helped you pick up the books. "Sorry, I didn't mean to, my best friend is a dick." He said, looking up at you for a quick second, your eyes met, and he almost drowned. God, he was screwed.