7.

Over the months I found myself growing more fond of his company - his gaze alone brought out hints of confidence that I never knew I could possess. His touch - his touch awakened a desire in me that overwhelmed all other senses. I guess you could say I dived head in to my addiction - and could not swim my way to the surface after that, even if I tried.

Theo.

The boy with the green eyes upstairs.

We were being watched already. And at this point I didn't think much of it - I counted it as a mere coincidence that Yasmine was witness to my first proper discussion with this boy.

"W-what? Theo?"

"Yeah... Theo," she puts emphasis on his name this time, and the mention of his name alone had my skin erupt in goosebumps. What the hell was happening to me?

"He's on the team, you know," Yasmine continues, and states this in a way that made me feel bad somehow for not knowing it already.

"Oh?" Is all I manage to respond with, before he appears within my view, and glances over at me with those damned eyes I couldn't get out of my head. As if on cue, he approaches us, and taps Yasmine lightly on the back. How strange.

"Yas, don't waste your time on the freshman. This is clearly no place for someone like her; let's leave her to it, yeah?"

Is he being serious?

Out of sheer embarrassment for what just happened, I quickly turned on my heel and began running towards the front door, squeezing past a couple making out against it on the way. I turn around to take a final glance, and he is staring straight into my eyes, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips, a devilish smile that broke me even further. He paid no mind to Yasmine who was chatting away right next to him. Only me.

When I finally decided that he wasn't going to break his gaze anytime soon, I break it for him. I push open the front door and am instantly soothed by the cold night air hitting me right in the face. I needed to get away from this crowd, and I needed to get home to my Sam.

I walked the hour back home. By the time I reached our apartment, it was just past eleven. Sam had fallen asleep on the couch, probably waiting on my arrival. I decided not to wake him and postpone this conversation to the morning, and so I made sure to get ready for bed as quietly as possible.

As I laid on our bed, the sheets cold and a spare pillow beside mine, I knew I would not sleep that night. How could I?

I had disappointed and disrespected Sam by going to that party - hell, I disrespected myself for giving in to those girls in the first place. Mia seemed nice I guess, but Yasmine was definitely out to get me; I couldn't quite put my finger on what exactly made me a target, but perhaps a good guess was me signing up in the first place. She seemed almost jealous after questioning me about my conversation with Theo, and frankly it was obvious that there was some tension there. The way in which he still made contact with her body but didn't display much affection when he walked over to us, there was something off about it. I wasn't one to be curious, especially about strangers' business, because that's what they were at the end of the day - strangers. Yasmine I had only known for a couple hours and Theo, well... he was a case that needed to be closed there.

Should have been.

But those green eyes had me on a high - I cannot put into words how they were able to draw me in, and keep me there. I could look into them for hours, days, all eternity. It was simply the most beautiful sight I had ever seen, and I think he knew that. It was the only thing I could focus on - they would soften with his teasing tone, and harden with his crude remarks. Everything worked in perfect unison, and it was addicting to watch.

Those eyes and, his accent. I was almost certain by now that he was English - he couldn't possibly be from here. He spoke so fluidly, with so much confidence - like the men I'd read about in novels. Despite his attitude being as bad as any other guy's in that frat house - I sensed a different vibe with him. Not that I could tell you what other vibes the other guys gave, because after I met him, I didn't bother finding out. It was as if he was especially picked out for me, and put in place to either destroy me or unravel my true self.

And I think he did a little bit of both.