#cold classmate

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You think he hates you. No- you know he does from how often he ignores you and doesn’t even give you a second glance. It all started the first week of college. Yall were paired up for some project and when you went to set up a time to meet, he blew you off. Saying he would just do it himself, not even giving you the chance to argue back since he immediately walking away.

You could only looked at him shocked as he disappeared into the crowd of people. But from there on you made it your mission to get him to like you. It didn’t even matter that he had bad rude, you just didn’t like knowing there was someone who didn’t like you.

The next time yall had a class together you brought him his favorite drinks. It took a lot of convincing from one of his friends to tell you it. You looked at him with soft smile, introducing yourself once more as you stretched out your arm so he could grab it.

But he only looked at you with a blank stare before going back to typing whatever it was on his laptop.

Your smile falter a little but you didn’t let it discourage you. So plan A didn’t work, you still have 25 more to go.

You tried helping him out with an assignment he was obviously struggling with. Only to quickly realize your mistake when you didn’t know what any of it meant, causing him to scoff and leave.

You brought him his favorite snack but he gave you such a disgusted look you honestly thought his friends gave you the wrong information.

You offered to for his lunch when you ‘just so happened’ to be there. He looked at you as if you had offered to kill his beloved pet.

Every time you tried to do a nice thing he kept shutting you down. Making it seem like you were in the wrong.

You couldn’t even lie that by now you felt like it was useless to keep going on. You didn’t even notice you spaced out once more today until you felt hands on your hips.

You immediately snapped out of it remembering where you were and the last thing you needed was an another frat boy on you at this party.

His eyes were on you the whole time. Even if you didn’t realize it. He watched as you nibbled at the edge of your plastic red cup, spacing out and thinking about god knows what. No matter how hard he tried he couldn’t get his eyes off you.

You looked too good. More dressed up than usual and he knew there were others eyeing you.

When he saw another man coming up to you, trying to sweet talk to but obviously making you uncomfortable. His grip on his cup tightened as his jaw clenched. He didn’t even realized when he got up and was walking your way until he pushing the other guy off. Grabbing and pulling you towards him as he glanced at the frat member with a glare.

“Let’s go.” His voice was harsh and there was no room for argument when he started to walk and tugged you with him. Not even giving you chance to proceed what happened as he headed to the exit.

He should hate you. God he should despise everything about you. Your stupid cute laugh, your dumb pretty smile. The way you gushed and lit up about every fucking thing. You were the exact opposite of him but no matter what he did you were constantly on his mind.

Like a stubborn virus in a computer or broken record that wouldn’t stop playing on repeat no matter what you did.

But the more he found out about you the more his obsession grew. The more he wanted to dive deeper until he knew every secret, every desire that you didn’t know yourself.

But it was also why he kept trying to push you away. Each time you came up he tried to ignore the butterfly feeling that would form just from the sound of your voice. He would constantly look away hoping you wouldn’t see the blush that would form from each sweet thing you did.

And now, walking out the door with you he can feel his heart race once more as the feelings start up again. He could only hope the night sky hid how red he was from gripping your arm. All he could think about was how much of an idiot he was and how soft your skin felt under his.

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