Noah's pov

        (Weeks later)

        She messed me up.

        CATs, revision for main exams, sad songs, invites to sophomore parties, and the gym didn't do it for me. Every chance I get I think about her, the dos and don'ts she gave that night.

        Thinking of the senior girl and looking around for her didn't cut it.

        I have seen the senior girl around the campus more than I would have thought.

        Met her at the library as I was working my way on recommended literature for this semester's units. She sat alone in the corner with a laptop and a bunch of books.

        From there our doors were open.

        She visits the science complex every day and takes most of her units there. I make sure I'm around the entrance loitering to get a glimpse of her.

        At times I meet her at the cafeteria drinking coffee while reading something. Always alone except for once, I saw her talking to Alex, the bully.

        She spoke at some environmental meetings held at the pavilion last week. I heard her silky voice as she made a smart joke most didn't get. 

        With her, I help our fate by stalking her socials, although she posts almost nothing and those of her friends.

        Even with her around, I'm still stuck on what B said and how unexpected that night turned out. I can still see her flawless face when I close my eyes, now cold of any emotions she had shown in the last moments of our encounter. 

        I haven't seen her since that night. I saw her during the exams all cool and bossy as she wrote on it and then walked out of there before half the allocated time.

        I just admired her from afar and smelt the last breath of her scent, now almost terrifying in a good way.

        I've seen her friend, Cate. She says 'hi' to me every time we meet.

        She had paid for my lunch for a couple of days. I bet she eats from the cafeteria rather than going to fancy restaurants like her friends.

        She doesn't hold a grudge against me, I told her what B had said that night.

        She advised me to go fool around with the many girls she said thought of me as being hot.

        She thinks I'm hot. She said, "You're a snack, Noah. If not for my friendship with B I would have fucked you already. You turn me on like you do that girl."

        Cate pointed at a particular girl, she was in a group of friends taking lunch. I said," How can you tell? Her boyfriend is right there, the one scrolling through his phone. "

        " I know, but look at him. She's with him for popularity, he's texting the brunette sitting on the left at the same table as his girlfriend.

        She knows. She lets it be because that girl has a boyfriend as well. That is what college is about, no love. "

        I observed Cate was right. His texting ended as the other girl checked her phone, and the secret smiles they shared.

        As for the girlfriend, she surely liked me. And like that, with Cate as a witness, that's how I acquired my first, following Cate's advice.

        We exchanged numbers, were invited to some sophomore parties, and kissed in the bathroom, she let me grab her tiny chest, and we fooled around more at parties until the day we slept together in my hostel.

        I kept Cate in the loop when she asked about the girl, she is the one who told me to ditch her after three hookups to avoid her getting more attached than she already was.

        It got messy, she cried a lot and talked about exposing it to her boyfriend, a sophomore. I agreed to sleep with her for the last time before we call it quits. I still see her around the campus all pissed off at me while throwing lustful eyes my way.

        But, she's not B. I used her to get over B but I was seeing B's face when on top of the other girl, felt her skin when I touched the girl. Her name is Becky. 

        B is bad to me. She shook my heart and mind in one sitting. I now regret hoping we were ever a thing. She must have joked when she asked if I wanted to sleep with her.

        To get her off my mind, I looked for a job.

        From morning to night I roam the City making deliveries on a bike. Three weeks in already, another week to go.

        I'm doing it because I want to be focused on something other than B. Cycling through lively streets is the best way because it gets me concentrated.

        I know the city more now. It took some trial and error but I finally did it. I'm the ultimate delivery guy.

        I escape from her trap during the day, but the nights are full of dreams turned into nightmares of B. She's bad for me.