Avery and I had agreed to meet at Cathie's, the same cafe I had been to on Monday, for a late lunch. It has been a blissful couple of days since my first day, rather monotonous but peaceful nonetheless. I walked into the cafe after my only class, immediately spotting my favourite table, by the window.

I pulled out my sketch book, deciding to draw as I waited on Avery. My hand began to move, the pencil stroking lightly against the plain paper. Barely conscious of what my hand had created, I watched in horror and amazement as the rough sketch of an eye met mine. I let the thin pencil fill in the line, shading appropriately to give the eye life. I was embarrassingly aware of what my subconscious mind had led my hand to draw but I foolishly let it. Grey eyes, familiar cold grey eyes were what I had drawn.

The bell above the door chimed, signaling someone's arrival while my eyes fastened on the grimy sunny-blonde. Avery noisily made her way towards me, a slightly annoyed look in her eyes. I immediately smiled at her, rapidly snapping my notebook shut.

"Sorry I'm late, class was a major drag." she quipped exasperatedly, dropping her bag on the floor and plopping sloppily on the padded seat. "I'm starving! I sear I could eat a goddamn cow!" She exclaimed, her dramatic nature making an appearance.

"I'll go order something. What do you want?" I stood up, randomly stuffing my sketch book into my bag. After Avery listed off what she was having, I joined the short line.

I expertly recited the order to the familiar barista, I had come by the coffee shop everyday since Monday, hence the semi familiarity between us. Truly, the only thing about him that I knew was that he was called Dylan and he was a sophomore.

"Here you go, Savannah." he slid my order in front of me, passing me a wink. I smiled rather shyly, hiding behind my hair while quickly walking towards our table, a light pink covering my cheeks at the inconspicuous gesture.

I arrived at the table to an enraged Avery glaring holes into her phone. Her perfectly plucked eyebrows pinched slightly, her olive skin tinting red with clear displeasure. Taking a wild guess, I pinned her frustration on her brother. I was accustomed to the face she was making, she was probably cursing her brother in her head. I had done it too, until I couldn't anymore.

"That was Archer, he's probably going to show up here soon. I promise I didn't tell him where we are, his just so fucking annoying!" I stiffened a smile at her annoyance, proving my earlier assumption right.

"It's fine really, I don't mind." I said, trying to lessen her obvious guilt at her brother's intrusion. She relaxed visibly, her tense shoulders dropping as her trademark carefree-smile spread on her lips. Avery immediately jumped into telling me about her first design assignment and her obvious excitement.

The bell chimed minutes later, revealing a grinning Archer. His eyes swept over the cafe, resting on our table before he lengthened his strides, moving towards Avery and I. The hairs on the back of my neck immediately erected at the sight of the dark haired guy from the bathroom. I watched, together with half the cafe, as he sauntered casually behind Archer. How he could make a simple pair of black jeans and a plain white shirt look that good was beyond me.

As if feeling my stare on him, he slowly tilted his head, meeting our eyes. Looking at the brilliant grey eyes now, I couldn't help but think about how dull and lifeless my sketch seemed as compered to the real thing. I was the first to break the eye contact, staring intently at my half-eaten muffin. Even when his scalding stare drilled holes into my head, I didn't flatter, wanting to at least keep a shred of dignity.

"Hey, beautiful." Archer said while dropping an arm over the back of my chair.

I frowned at the lack of reaction my body provided. How could I turn into a shuddering mess with one look from him, but not have any response whatsoever to Archer touch? Involuntarily, I glanced at the steely eyed stranger, surprised to find his gaze on Archer's arm on the back of my chair, his jaw clenched.

"Hi." I choked out, shifting uncomfortably in my seat as everyone's attention trained on our table. The mysterious guy cleared his throat, seating next to Avery whilst an uncaring expression dusted over his face at the audience they had attracted. Archer on the other hand, openly winked at the ladies, drinking up their attention.

"Please stop Archer, your making her uncomfortable." Avery said while glaring at her brother's arm around the back of my chair.

"Am I making you uncomfortable, Savannah?" Archer asked, looking me in my eyes, a cocky grin splaying on his lips. Somehow I knew he was only joking, perhaps it was the mischief that shone in his eyes, or the way he looked at his sister's direction before winking at me. He was taunting her, he wanted a reaction from her and she was practically exploding in rage. It was plain sibling banter, I knew this.

"A little." he immediately huffed before moving his hand, mock hurt lacing his features.

"You're no fun beautiful. Anyway this is my friend, Holden. Holden, she's Avery's roommate, Savannah." He simply passed me a stiff nod in acknowledgment. I couldn't help but think about how much his name suited him, it was somewhat mysterious and sexy, like him.

"I'll go order something." Holden murmured, startling me and awaking an ache somewhere within me all at once. His voice was extremely rich and deep, it possessed the amount of huskiness many dreamt of attaining. It was pure man and I was embarrassedly turned on. I caught sight of Archer's empty chair, noticing for the first time that he had joined Holden in the short line.

What the hell is wrong with me? I thought as I watched his retreating back.

"...celebrate." I only caught the end of Avery statement, seeing as I was too busy being consumed by Holden, a complete stranger. This is becoming too pathetic.

"Pardon?" I muttered, praying she wouldn't question my lacking attention. She simply sighed before repeating the question, much louder than the first time.

"I think we should go to a party, it's Friday and we need to celebrate." she was seconds short of bouncing in her seat with excitement, her eyes glinting with what was probably a laid out plan of the night.

"I don't know, parties aren't particularly my scene." I knew I'd doubtlessly just stand awkwardly in a corner, or embarrass myself somehow. It was bound to happen, I was an antisocial person and I had accepted that. "What do we need to celebrate anyway?"

"A successful first week, and our new friendship."

I was just about to decline her offer again when Archer and Holden took their seats, the metal screeching loudly against the floor.

"So, what were you guys talking about while we were gone?" Archer asked while biting into his cookie. I cast my eyes down to my cup, leaving Avery to explain to her brother. I immediately caught sight of Holden's lean fingers wrapped around his coffee cup, my gaze wandered past his fingers to his muscular arms, only then noticing the array of tattoos splayed across them. I farrow my eyebrows wondering how I could have possibly missed all those tattoos. They were a prominent shade of black, a complete contrast to his slightly tan skin.

Lifting my eyes to his face, I was surprised to find him watching me, an amused glint in his structured visage. I steadily ducked my head, embarrassed that he'd caught me staring as I blushed crimson.

"I was telling Savannah that we should go to the party the football house is throwing." Avery informed, still looking at me with a pout, her eyes pleading. I was completely relieved they had not noticed the weird staring I had just done.

"Yeah, you should come. It's nothing big, just a small gathering for the rookies." Archer said, donning the same pleading expression as his sister.

"Okay " I said, though a little hesitant.

Avery squealed while hugging me; admittedly, making me feel better about the decision. I was going to try and be a good friend, and even though I hated parties, I would go for her. God knows she's the only friend I've had in a long time.

"Yay! Were going to get drunk and have so much fun!" She whooped, practically jumping in her seat, displaying her excitement freely. I admit her exhilaration rubbed off on me and I began feeling lighter, though I would predictably not have a drop of alcohol.

"No your not, you'll drink soda and dance where I can see you. The fuck! Your not even old enough to drink!" Archer's easygoing air vanished as he scrunched up his face in anger, taking the role of the protective big brother with a ferocious determination I had no idea he possessed.

"You started drinking when you were fifteen!" Avery shouted, gaining the attention of some people around us.

"I'm a guy, so I can!" Archer weekly defended, resulted in him digging a deeper hole for himself. The two of them got into an intense argument, leaving Holden and I to handle the awkward tension between us.

I acknowledged the pressure of his stare as I slowly peered at him through my lashes, my head still low. I took note of how clenched his jaw was and how he unnervingly glared at me. Had I done something to upset him? Given that I had only said one word to him I doubt it. Maybe he didn't want me at the party.

My excitement rapidly dwindled at the conclusion. What he thought wasn't supposed to matter, he was a complete stranger. But for some insane reason, it did.