Needless to say, you stand out. You're goth, not a single other person in your college class is goth—so yeah, you're a little mysterious to everyone. You don't exactly talk with the other people at the college, never going to frat parties and isolating yourself in your dorm room. That in itself intrigues him, you're so.. quiet; nothing like the other girls at college who happily go to parties, wear all their bright colours, have fun drinking, whatever.

You wear all those dark colours, listen to 'edgy' music by his and his friends' standards, wear all that dark, pretty makeup. Okay, you're not exactly his type, not.. not really, but he's so interested by you that he can put that aside completely. Something about you captivated him. Even if he's a little.. blunt with his questions. He doesn't exactly know better, and he's curious, but he's trying to be friends with you.

Neither of you are used to it at all. You're used to being bullied and mocked by the popular guys, the kind of guys who push one of their friends near you and say that he's got a crush on you then run away laughing. That kind of thing. He was the popular guy who would do that kind of thing, he knew that. But he doesn't want to come off as a douchebag towards you.

"So.. why do you dress like that, huh?" Chris asks, at the end of the lesson, whilst you're packing your bag ready to go. Ready to go to your dorm, he knew, his eyes fluttering up and down you and lingering at the different aspects of your attire. Yeah, you're pretty. Real pretty, he's sure his friends would laugh at him for thinking it but he doesn't even care anymore to be completely honest.

Chris bites his bottom lip for a moment. "Like, not that I don't like it, you're fine as fuck, don't get me wrong, but why so dark an' stuff?"