Xaviers POV

When I walked into the student center i immediately spotted her. She looked beautiful as always and intently stared at her computer screen. I didn't want to interrupt her but I would approach her after I got my Starbucks. As I joined the line my eyes kept gravitating towards her. Hopefully she wasn't upset about earlier.

I hadn't outright meant to be rude but it was something about the way that the boy was looking at her that just bothered me. I could have still smiled back to acknowledge that I saw her. But hopefully she just assumed that I didn't see her.

I stood in the line for several minutes stealing glances at her. God I feel like a weirdo. After I got my tea I did my best to stifle my nervousness and decided I would approach her.

At that time I wasn't fully intending on walking her out or taking her to her car, but I wanted to prolong the time that I spent with her. I felt the need to be around her for as long as I could. The car ride was likely to be just two minutes so I wanted to be sure I drove slow. "So, Whats your Major?" I asked awkwardly.

"Uh Psychology and I minor in Criminology. I think I want to be a forensic psychiatrist."

My eyebrows raised for a second. "Really?"

"Yeah, that's really why Im taking your class. I felt like it would help me understand the connection between criminal behavior and psychological processes better."

"And has it?"

"Absolutely." She said almost immediately. Even under the low lighting in the car I could still see the slight look of embarrassment on her face after she said that. She gave me some directions right after most likely in hopes to clear any awkward air that she felt. "What year are you?"

"Sophomore."

"Wow i remember my sophomore year of college, it was ass." I chuckled. She let out a soft laugh and shook her head. "Well Im sure it wasn't really that long ago."

"Well I was—What 20 then—so it was...12 almost 13 years ago."

Her eyes widened from pure disbelief and that only made me laugh a little harder. "Yes I am old."

"I mean not really. I was expecting you to say maybe 27, but 32 isn't old though."

"Now if you said any age over 38 then that would be different. You're still young." She giggled. "I don't hear that from many people more than five years younger than me." I mumbled.

"Most people my age are crazy so that could be why."

"Yeah, maybe. But I will say it's nice to still be considered young so thank you."

"You're welcome." She laughed. Her laugh was so cute. It was soft but the way She scrunched her eyebrows together and her eyes squinted paired with the rosiness that bloomed on her cheeks was phenomenal.

"You Can turn left here and then stop right...here." She instructed much to my dismay.

I nodded and followed her directions. When I brought the car to a stop, my frown started to deepen. "Well, thank you, Xavier. I really appreciate it, God knows I did not feel like walking."

"It's no problem, really." I smiled softly.

She grabbed her book bag, and started to get out of the car. "I'll see you in class on Monday." She said before closing the door and walking over to her car.

I waited for her to get in her car and get started before putting mine back into drive. I didn't want to move until she pulled off just to be sure she left safely.

Once I was sure she did, I pulled off. As we got to the stop sign She went left and I went right. I was again alone and left with a leftover scent of her light perfume and a dash of whatever hair products she used. The sweet smell was sure to be gone by the time I got out of my car.

I made it home in under thirty minutes and trudged my way inside with a heavy sigh. It was completely silent when I entered. Nothing new.

I dropped my bag on the couch and went straight upstairs to take a shower. When I stripped down to my underwear I stood in the mirror to really look at myself. Well as much of myself as I could see.

All of the sticky notes that cluttered the mirror didn't make it impossible to see my reflection but they sometimes got in the way. I pushed my hair back out of my face and sighed before grabbing the stack of sticky notes and a pen.

Helpful

I smiled softly as I stared at the word I'd written before picking up the sticky and sticking it on the mirror. I tore off a few after. Just the ones that had stuff like the reminder for my dentist appointment and old court dates. I made sure to keep up all the old notes with affirmations written on them though.

I picked this habit up over the years because of my forgetfulness mainly. But I've found it to be helpful to keep up with positive self talk. I never realized how much I needed it constantly until I moved. Negative thoughts had too much opportunity to get to me and I wasn't good at keeping them away.

It was nice for to remind myself of certain things to boost my self esteem. I put the sticky notes back in the drawer and moved on to get in the shower. As the silence set in my thoughts started to race. But this time they were surrounded by Luna.

Her face and her voice played like a broken record in my head. She looked as beautiful as she always did today. Her hair was still straight though sadly. Don't get me wrong, I thought it looked great but absolutely nothing compared to her hair when it's curly. God i wonder what it would be like to have my hands in that hair.

After my shower I went to get dinner and for the rest of the night all I thought about was her. Every little detail about her evaded my thoughts and I couldn't stop it. But then again, why would I want to?