Noah has the guts to show up on my door like this. This is Cate at her finest, she is determined to ruin my life with this young boy. When I see her she'll get what she deserves. 

        I can't send him away, even though I'm cold I'm not one to run from such little things. Without questioning his presence, I invited Noah in. 

        I hate surprises.

        If I knew I would have put on some clothes, not opened the door half naked, and let his attentive eyes stare at me like he does during the classes.

        I'll make him coffee, that way I can have an excuse to keep my distance. He can't just come to my house like this, it's not comfortable at all.

        Take deep breaths, B, just breathe. 

        He just accepted.

        But, how the fuck will I make coffee? 

        God! I'll never need YouTube this much, I have to view the tutorials fast. And… is my coffee maker even clean? I'll just rinse it, Cate must have washed it.

        I'll kill her, for sure.

        Before that, I'll have to figure out the coffee-to-sugar-to-water ratio. I fucking hate coffee, I can't bear having to drink it with this kid. Maybe I should have been rude or maybe offered an apple.

        Cate will say it, ask why I made coffee for him, or how I even know how to make coffee. But, that will be later, for now, I need to keep my cool and make the damn coffee.

        Why am I panicking? 

        He's too comfortable, I can't hold myself back for long when he's just sitting down and being pretty. I can't take his lustful eyes all over my body like he is staring at me.

        How will I hold back from kissing this kid? He is staring at me with those brown eyes that look like… sex! 

        What's up with me today? 

        Maybe… maybe I should let him down slowly. I can't offer what he's looking for, for sure. We have to avoid breaking hearts, even more, we have to avoid healing broken hearts.

        He likes me, the idea of sleeping with me at least. I have had my fill of boys like him, who want to sleep with the cold mysterious girl to break her virginity and brag about that to their friends.

        Noah has it better, I saw their intentions right through and shut them. That's why nobody on campus ever walks towards me or asks anything, they see me as privileged and high maintenance, which I think is an understatement.

        But, I don't know why my mind is thinking about that when all Noah has done is come to my place to give back my book. I should stop panicking or else I'll snap.

        Coffee first.

        I am frightened, my father taught me never to take no for an answer, and most importantly to never reach that point. Because they are like viruses, once you get one rejection expect at least thousands in all aspects of your life. It's like bad karma.

        That's why I hesitated to ask him what his intentions with me and all those starry eyes were for, and to my surprise, I had guessed right.

        "Will you sleep with me?" 

        Noah was down to sleep with me, why the fuck did I even ask? Was I waiting to be disappointed?