You can't help but get nervous as you walk to your first class of the new semester, intimidated by the size of the campus and the number of students wandering around. You just transferred for your last year of college and picked one out-of-state because it had all the programs you were interested in. It sounded familiar as you talked about it with your counselor, like something, or someone, had caused you to choose it subconsciously.

Glancing down at your phone, you zoom in on the school map to make sure you're headed in the right direction. God, these buildings are so big. And you think you made a wrong turn and are now lost. Shit. Maybe you could ask someone? You look around for anyone who seems friendly enough and choose a girl with her side to you, face buried in her phone and munching on some granola bar.

"Excuse me? Do you know where the Humanities building-"

She turns around before you can finish speaking. It's Nat, your ex from high school. No. Fucking. Way.

"Nat? What...are you doing here?" you ask stupidly, staring at her with eyes wide as saucers.

"I go here? What are you doing here? You stalking me or something?" She grins that same grin that always made you melt except it looks more confident. Everything about her looks more confident actually.

You flush at the 'stalking' part; you may or may have not actually been keeping tabs on her on her Instagram all these years.