I slid open the door, and, to my surprise, nobody was there. I shrugged and started to move my own things inside. I swiped at the sweat rolling down my face. "Need some help?" a calming voice asked. I swirled around to see who was talking to me. A guy way taller than me stood at the door. 'Damn, he hot as hell' my mind voiced. "Y-yea and th-thank you," I managed to stutter. I would be lying if I said that I didn't drool a little. 

   He walked out and carried two of my boxes in. He was also way muscular than me. He held out his hand and introduced himself, "My name is Jacob Espinoza. How about you?"  I grabbed his hand, giving it a slight squeeze. "Theo Paris," I smiled, my heart beating so fast. I let go of his hand before returning to my boxes. As I took out paintbrushes, paints, and canvas, he asked, "You're a painter?" I nodded at his question. I looked at the grand piano that was placed in the corner of the room. " Pianist?" He also nodded. 

   We sat there for a good couple of awkward minutes before he said, "Later on the day, Do you want to have a meal with me? So we can get to know each other," I stopped unpacking. I really didn't feel like falling in love for another boy. My last relationship was toxic and traumatizing. I shuddered before hesitantly saying, "I'm sorry, but I'm busy the whole day," He frowned at my answer. " I guess," he sighed, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. This boy was cute, but I wasn't ready. Plus, What if he isn't gay? 

   The day went by fast, and I was ready to go home when I remembered that I told Jacob I would be busy. I groaned as I turned around to head back to my class. Jacob stood a mile away from me. "Shit..." I cursed, speed walking in the opposite direction. All was late when I heard him screaming my name. He caught up with me in a matter of seconds. 'Damn these short, stick legs' I cried inside my mind. "I thought you said you were busy," he muttered as he swung an arm around me. "Yea, just going to my next designation!" I nervously laughed, prying at his arm in the meantime. 

   He got the message and uncoiled his arm. "I could drive you wherever you want to," he suggested. I thought about it before saying, "No, I'm good with Uber!" He glared at me and said nothing. I took five long steps to get ahead of him. It was a worthless effort when he was, once again, next to me. "Did I do something wrong?" he whimpered. I ignored his question and kept walking. He was really annoying me, and he made me more annoyed when he stepped in front of me. I blew air out my nose in frustration. He asked me again, "Was it something I said? I'm pretty sure I didn't say anything wrong yet." His puppy eyes were softening me a bit. "No, I just need to get a painting done." I lied. He suddenly-