"Eukaryotic cells contain membrane-enclosed structures which have specific functions. Fungi and parasites are characterized as eukaryotes. Eukaryotic cells have a cytoskeleton that supports the cell-"

"I have a message." Forced to look away from my textbook, I was abruptly interrupted by Wang who just took a seat opposite me.

I glanced up at him from behind my textbook. "Whatever it is, make it snappy."

Wang didn't seem fazed by my request but I appreciated that he got straight to the point. "Faith told me to tell you that she won't be home for the next two days so, in case you worry, she'll be at Owens." 

"Cool," I dryly said and lowered my eyes back to the words in my textbook. 

"What happened between you two?" Wang drawled.

Wang was one of the nosiest people I knew so I wasn't surprised that he was over to hear what happened over the last weekend. I peeped at him over my book again. "Do we have to do this right now? Can't you see I'm in a studious zen mode and I do not want to lose it or I might be done with med school forever."

"You'll do fine, "Wang waved me off. "Other than me you're the smartest person I know at this school."

I raised a brow, "has it ever occurred to you that the only reason I am smart is that I actually study?"

"Yeah, but all work and no play make Mila a dull girl," Wang sang. "Give your hippocampus a much-needed break and talk to me."

I knew Wang and when he wanted to know something, he'd pester me until he got the latest gossip. I sighed, "you're not going to leave me alone until I answer your questions, are you?"

"Nope," he shamelessly grinned. 

I huffed under my breath, shut my textbook, and placed it down on the table in front of me. "Ask away."

"I just did. What happened between you and Faith?" He was one step away from bouncing up and down out of curiosity. 

I was mad at Faith for not informing me that we had an unwanted guest over last Saturday and to make matters worse, he spread his gross germs all over my bathroom. Faith and Owen tried to explain that they didn't hear me get up or they would've said something but the point was, I should've been priorly informed about an infestation in my home. 

I might've overreacted but I told Faith and Owen that if Mitchell was to be a regular face around then I refused to even have either of them over. Faith got upset and in the heat of the moment, she left with Owen. It was currently Tuesday and neither I nor Faith budged to make up quite yet. 

"We're kinda mad at each other," I sheepishly muttered.

"I figured since I'm playing messenger," Wang mused. "You guys never fight, what happened?"

"She got into a relationship and received a moron as a free toy," I dryly responded.

Wang furrowed his brows and took a moment to decipher my reply. "Okay," he drawled. "I've only met Owen a handful of times and he seems nice."

"I'm not talking about Owen," I flatly said and my blood pressure raised by the mere memory of Mitchell. "I'm talking about Owen's asshat roommate."

"Owen's roommate?" Wang mused. "What did they do to you?"

"He goes by the name of Mitchell," I clarified. "And I might've almost ripped his head off last weekend."

"Mitchell Clarke?" Wang choked.

"Yeah, how many Mitchell's do you know?" 

"About three," Wang shrugged. "But only one Mitchell Clarke."

"Well, I only know of one and if I could, I'd change it to zero."

"Why would you want to remove that pretty head from that hot body?" Wang asked.

I did not see the appeal of Mitchell Clarke. Wang, Faith, and even Kayleigh seemed to be smitten by Mitchell and I didn't understand why. I couldn't deny he was a tall, handsome guy but his attitude stunk worse than the sewers.

Wang's eyes drifted elsewhere for a moment and I assumed he had a major crush on Mitchell. "Yeah," I drawled and stared at Wang obscurely. "I am really doubting your sexuality right now." 

"When something looks good, I'm going to give it due credit and Mitchell Clarke is like a walking Greek God." Wang casually spoke but I didn't miss the way his eyes sparkled when he mentioned the enemy's name. 

"Definitely getting the vibe you're switching teams," I mused.

Wang shot me a look of dismay. "Stop evading the subject and tell me what happened."

"Evading." I mimicked.

Wang rolled his eyes. "We're all in studious moods so forgive my vocabulary for being very un-colloquial like."

"You're so right," I smiled tightly. "So, please remove yourself from that seat and allow me to study in peace."

"Not until you give me all the details of the drama I, sadly, missed," Wang bounced in his seat. "A dose of Mila and Mitchell drama is what my fried brain needs right now."

I sighed and figured Wang was not going to leave until he got the details. So, I began telling him exactly what happened last Saturday and as each word left my mouth, Wang looked as intrigued as my grandmother did when she watched her daily soap operas.

"Okay let me get this straight, you actually saw his junk?" Wang asked with wide eyes.

"Jimmy Wang, do we need to sit down and talk to Kayleigh about your possible change in sexual orientation?" I asked.

"No need to call Kayleigh, I am very much in love with her. I'm just very curious as to why the universe is hell-bent on making every encounter you have with Mitchell Clarke so awkward."

I deeply sighed. "I have asked that question so many times."

"So," Wang wriggled his brows. "Did you see it?"

I wrinkled my nose in disgust. "No, thankfully. But he doesn't need to know that, I think I bruised his ego by calling out his micropenis."

"Come on," Wang wryly grinned. "You can't possibly believe he has a micropenis."

"He's a walking, breathing, dick, and guys like that generally compensate their miniature size by being assholes," I flatly said. "And why are we talking about Mitchell's Clarke's genitals?"

Wang laughed. "Because your relationship is saucier than the woman in that soap opera who slept with two brothers and their father."

I raised a finger. "Okay first of all there is no relationship between me and Mitchell Clarke, and secondly no one's life is as saucy as that woman's. I mean she put a freaking bed in her office where she works with both brothers, their father, and their mother."

"Forget the soap opera," Wang changed the subject. "Let me get this straight, Faith is mad at you for wanting to rip her boyfriend's best friend's head off because he was rude to you when you walked into him in your bathroom?" 

I nodded. 

"And you're mad at Faith because she didn't warn you before you stepped into the bathroom?"

I nodded again. "And because Mitchell Clarke has become a frequent in my life because of her!"

"The latter is a little unfair, Mils," Wang said. "Faith is in love; you can't hold that against her because of Mitchell."

I knew Wang had a point and I was truly happy for Faith, I just despised Owen's roommate. "I know but I don't get why Owen and Mitchell have to be a package deal."

"Has it occurred to you that Owen and Faith are caught in the middle of a Mila-Mitch war?" Wang did that rare thing where he made sense. "I kinda feel bad for them, you mean so much to Fay and I'm sure Mitchell means a lot to Owen. Having you guys at each other's necks is probably strenuous to them."

"Don't do that," I narrowed my eyes. 

"Do what?" 

"Make sense," I replied. I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. "The best will be if Mitchell stays away from me and I'll gladly stay away from him. There's no need to collide worlds or a real war will break out."

"I don't know about that but you and Faith need to make up," Wang sincerely said. "I can't have two of my favorite girls fighting."

I smiled and seeing the rare, wise side of Wang reminded me why, other than Faith, he was the only person I was close to. "I'll call her and knowing Faith, she'll be over by Thursday at the latest."

"Good," Wang smiled. "And if you need a friend to talk to or a shoulder to lean on, I'm always here for you," he sweetly added. "Except this weekend, Kayleigh and I have some catching up to do... if you know what I mean."

"Ew," I scrunched my face. 

"What?" Wang defended himself. "You're a med student and reproduction still gross you out? Besides, not that I blame you, but were going to hook up with Mitchell the first night you met him."

"No, gross as in you're getting all sentimental," I shuddered. "Reproduction is fine and the process can be fun with the right person but feelings are gross."

"Feelings with the right person can be... wholesome," Wang dreamily sighed and I wanted to gag. "One day someone is going to get so much in your feelings that you'll become a walking romance novel." 

"I will throw up right now if you don't shut up," I warned and added with a shudder, "and don't curse me like that."

Wang chuckled, "I bet you fifty bucks and a coffee that it'll happen."

"You're on," I confidently agreed. "I will take you to coffee and give you one hundred and fifty bucks if that ever happens."

Wang extended his arm, "it's a bet."

I shook his hand, confident that I'd never lose this bet for as long as I lived. "And if you lose, which you will, you'll make me veggie dumplings and chow mein whenever I ask for an entire year." 

"You know it's racist to just assume I can make those things.," Wang raised a brow.

"Well, do you know how to make it?" 

He took a moment before he replied, "yeah but that's not the point."

"Then end of discussion," I grinned tightly.

Wang sighed and shook his head; I was about to pick up my textbook again but Wang's loud gasp stopped me. "Don't look now but incoming at three o'clock." 

"Huh?" I frowned and in typical Mila-style looked over my shoulder in the direction Wang's stared with wide eyes. My frown changed from one of curiosity to anger when I spotted my one and only nemesis, Mitchell Clarke. He stood a few feet away from where I sat with one hand on the wall and caged in between the wall and his strong physique was a pretty girl with blonde hair.  

Poor girl, what did he do to convince her to be around an asshole like him?

"Speak of the devil and he appears," Wang mused. "If that's not fate then I don't know what is."

With a roll of my eyes, I averted my attention away from Mitchell back to Wang. "I do not believe in fate or destiny or whatever and even if I did then I am certain Mitchell freaking Clarke isn't part of mine."

"Okay then he is part of your kismet," Wang casually shrugged.

"That's the same thing as destiny and whatever crap that just came out of your mouth," I pointed out. "Now please don't irritate me by mentioning his name, it's bad enough that he's a few feet away so the less attention you draw to us the better."

"I'm not the one talking in a high tone, you are," Wang cheekily retorted. "Are you sure you aren't wishing you were that girl he's currently flirting with?"

I narrowed my eyes. "Do you have a death wish, Wang?" 

Wang chuckled and put his hands up defensively, "you would never kill me; you love me way too much."

I glared at him and muttered, "a double death wish then."

I took in a breath, lowered my eyes to the textbook, opened the page I marked, and waved Wang off. "Run along, I'm busy."

"Hmm," Wang completely ignored my words. "That girl is beautiful."

I huffed in annoyance. "If you are so interested in Mitchell and his affairs, please, by all means, go and talk to him face to face and refrain from disturbing me. I've had enough of him to last me a lifetime."

"No, I'm serious, don't we have classes with her?" Wang insisted and couldn't tear his eyes away from the pair.

I grew annoyed, the last thing I wanted was to draw attention to myself while Mitchell charmed some poor soul. "Jimmy, I don't want to keep looking his way," I rolled my eyes. "Why are you so adamant about talking about him? I think you're the one who wishes to be the one between him and that wall." 

"Just look and tell me if I'm right or wrong."

I groaned under my breath and turned to look at the pair again. Mitchell stood a lot closer this time, with one of his hands on the wall and the other in his pocket. I scrunched my nose in disgust when I saw how the girl twirled her hair between her fingers and rolled her lip inwards, she stared googly-eyed at the idiot in front of her, and even though his back was to me, I assumed he thought he was the hottest thing on the planet at that moment. Mitchell and that poor, naive girl who fell for him were practically screwing each other with their eyes. 

I paid more attention to the blonde girl and Wang was right, she looked familiar and I might've seen her around in my classes, I just couldn't remember her name.

Having had enough of looking at the human version of vomit, I turned in my seat and faced Wang. "You're right," I spoke nonchalantly, "I think she's in our class."

"Well that explains why he's on this campus, he's dating someone from here," Wang mused.

"Good for him and bad for her," I tried to close the topic. "Now can I please go back to studying?" 

"Only if you promise you'll tell me everything and I mean every little detail of the next time you and Mitchell have an encounter," Wang pleaded with his eyes.

"Why?" I drawled. I didn't see Wang's fascination, nothing was interesting about Mitchell's and my encounters and I hoped I didn't have to see him again for a very long time. With Faith staying at Owen's place, it lessened the chances of seeing him and for that, I was more than happy.

"Because I am a college student and my life is boring as hell," Wang casually responded.

I opened my mouth to retort but figured he was right, life as a student was stressful, infuriating, frustrating, and boring so I couldn't blame him for using me as his entertainment muse – I didn't like it but I also didn't blame him.

"Fine," I agreed. "But I'm telling you that there will be very few encounters, there are only about two and half weeks left before we all go our separate ways for the summer."

"We'll see about that," Wang suggestively grinned and extended his hand, "do we have a deal?"

I planned to stay as far away from Clarke as I could so I saw no harm in making the deal with Wang. With a sigh, I placed my hand in his and shook, "deal."

Wang grinned widely and appeared proud of himself for some reason. "Look at that, we made a deal and a bet all in under thirty minutes. Kayleigh is going to be so proud of my negotiation skills."

"Congratulations," I sarcastically cheered. "Go share the good news with Kayleigh and let me be."

"For that, I have to drive to the Law school," Wang dramatically sighed.

"It's like a ten-minute drive, why are you whining?" 

"Because I hate driving," he complained. "Do you think Mitchell will mind giving me a ride? I hear he has a Porsche or a G-Wagon."

Again with that wretched name!

"Go and ask him, don't bother me anymore," I irritably snapped.

"I'm just kidding, don't get your boxers twisted," Wang quickly said.

"Boxers?" I arched a brow.

"Everyone on campus knows you're far too rugged to wear panties," he chuckled. 

I rolled my eyes, I didn't care about anyone's opinions and if they thought I was too rugged, I was glad because it meant no one would mess with me. But I'd had enough of Wang's baseless chatter, so, I got out of my seat, walked around the table, and grasped his arm.

"What are you doing?" Wang detested.

"Physically removing you since you won't listen to me," I retorted as I tried to get him to move but for a short, skinny guy he was pretty heavy and strong.

"Mila, I have been hitting the gym all year, so you are not going to succeed," Wang smugly hit back. "Maybe try asking nicely and I'll happily oblige."

"I tried that, but you didn't listen," I muttered as I pulled at his hand.

"Don't make me sound like a burden when all I wanted to do was engage in a friendly conversation with one of my closest friends," Wang explained as if my words just hurt his feelings.

I let go of him, sighed, and placed my hands on my hips, "I give up."

"Oh, come on, is it that bad to use you as procrastination?" Wang asked.

I narrowed my eyes, "so, is that the real reason you're here? You're procrastinating and, in the process, using me."

I grabbed his arm with more force this time. "Get up and let me study in peace!"

"Come on Mila," Wang laughed and only moved about an inch off his seat. 

What does this guy eat? Or does he place stones in his pockets?

"No Wing Wang, not during finals," I spoke in a strained voice as I moved back and tried to remove the nuisance named Jimmy Wang.

To my horror, Wang got up and let go of my hand. Gravity did its thing because the minute we lost contact, I fell backward and, in the process, out of instinct I shrieked and shut my eyes to prepare the hard landing.

My heart beat in my ears and I landed on something firm but not quite as solid as the ground. Warmth seeped through the thin fabric of my top and with that, a soft, tickling sensation greeted the skin exposed on my back from my lifted top. 

I popped open one eyelid and expected to see Wang's brown eyes but instead, I was greeted by a pair of bright blue-grey eyes. For the first few seconds, I was at a loss for words and couldn't move or think properly. Everything happened so fast that my brain needed a moment to register the owner of the arms that kindly saved my butt from hitting the ground.

I swallowed, opened both eyes, and took in the features of my kind savior. My eyes moved from his down to his almost perfect, sharp nose, pink, pursed lips, a chiseled jaw that was covered with a well-trimmed and shaped stubble. My gaze lifted to meet his eyes that were hooded by thick, dark brows.

His features brightened and I noticed two faint dimples on each of his cheeks when he smugly grinned. "You know if you wanted me to touch you so badly, all you had to do was ask." He paused and his eyes lowered for a split second, "no need for this damsel in distress act."

Reality dawned down on me and I looked up at the arrogant asshole who went by the name of Mitchell Clarke. "I am not a damsel in-" I began as I shuffled in an attempt to get out of his hold, but he cut me off.

He grasped my hand, held onto me tighter, and inched his face closer. "I think you ought to be thanking me instead of arguing."

He was so close that his breath fanned over my face as he spoke, but I was the least bothered by his proximity. I squirmed again but he only held on tighter.

"Mitchell, let me –" I protested between gritted teeth and squirmed to get away from him. 

"Oh, but wait..." he drawled and his brows furrowed. "How can I forget? You don't have any manners."

"Mitch!" I glared bitterly.

"So, what the hell," Mitchell half shrugged, and with a small wink and smirk, he dropped me.

"Whoa!" I yelped but before my butt hit the ground, Wang reached over and grabbed my wrist.

I gripped onto the stone table with one hand and Wang pulled me up. With an exasperated huff, I caught my balance, stood