A/N: It took me a long time to get this part posted, I know... I apologize. I don't think I've ever had such a bad case of writer's block as I've been having for several months now. I don't really know what to do about this. I can't promise you that I'll get the next part up fast but I swear, I'm trying my best. Thank you for being patient. Anyway, this one is quite a short part, I hope you enjoy it nonetheless!

Warning: angst

Getting to your first lecture of the week was nerve-wracking to you. You had avoided everyone ever since you had gone back to the dorms on Saturday. It had been two days since you had properly spoken to any of your friends. It had been quite hard to avoid them, given that a couple of times someone had come knocking on your door.

You were chewing on your bottom lip nervously as your fingers fiddled with your keys that you were holding in your hands. You looked around, trying to spot Dave as you made your way to the class room.

Just as you were looking for him, you felt your phone vibrating in your pocket. You grabbed it, seeing a message from Dave. He told you he was running a little late and that he was stopping by a coffee shop and wanted to know if you were craving for something to drink.

You quickly texted him your order and continued your way to the classroom. Now that you knew Dave wasn't going to be there the second you stepped inside the room, you felt yourself relaxing a bit. You could think about what you were going to say to him. You thought about the possible questions he could ask you regarding your little shut-in over the weekend.

You got in the room and started walking towards your usual spot which happened to be at the front. You didn't want to make it seem like you were trying to get as far away from Chris as possible, although it did sound very tempting.

You took a seat, pulled out all the supplies you thought you'd need and decided to rest your eyes for a bit. You folded your arms on the desk and rested your head on them, closing your eyes and taking deep breaths.

You listened to the chatter between classmates. The noise grew louder and louder, letting you know the room was filling up with students. The lecture was about to start in a while.

As you heard the heavy door open once more, you stood up straight. Your eyes opened and breath hitched in your throat. You didn't know for sure who the person entering the room was but somehow you had a feeling it was the person you were dreading to see the most.

Fighting against the urge to look back and see who it was, you kept your eyes on the desk in front of you. You could hear the students' chatter becoming quieter as footsteps made their way towards to the front of the classroom, descending the few steps calmly.

You lifted your gaze up as the person made their way to the desk, confirming your suspicions.

It was Chris.

Seeing him after the weekend that felt like the longest one ever was like a punch to the gut. You had tried so hard to distract yourself from thinking about him and the time you spent together from filling your mind. Now that he was there in front of you, you realized just how much you had missed him.

You missed him.

Even when he was a couple of feet away from you, you missed him. He was physically there with you but he felt so far away.

The second he lifted his gaze off his desk after putting his things down, his eyes met yours. His blue eyes stared right into yours, showing the chaos of emotions he was experiencing. You gasped very quietly, feeling a weight on your chest. It hurt to even look at him.

His gaze lingered for a few seconds and you forced yourself to look away. You turned to stare down at your desk, not wanting to look him in the eye.

"Morning, everyone," Chris said, making the chatter around the room lessen even more. Everyone became quiet as they listened to what the professor had to say.

You tried to focus on what he was saying as well, only you were easily distracted. Just hearing him let out a loud sigh was enough for you to think about his warm breath fanning your skin, giving his face a mere glance reminded you of how his eyes squeezed shut in pleasure, how his lips and tongue felt...

You jumped when you heard the door open loudly. You shot your eyes up ahead of you and saw Chris's gaze landing on the door. It looked like he had been interrupted. You shook your head, realizing you had completely zoned out. You saw Chris giving you a side glance before nodding to the person at the door.

You turned around to see Dave coming in, giving a slight wave and an apologetic smile to Chris before making his way towards you. He smiled, shaking your drink in his hand slightly before setting it on your desk. He sat down beside you, oblivious to how you were feeling... for now.

You sent him a small smile back before turning your attention to Chris again, seeing him talking to the class, explaining what you were going to be doing.

You noticed that he didn't seem as enthusiastic as he usually did. You could hear it in his voice. He sounded tired. His voice was low and tone uninterested. It seemed like he had a bit of a rough weekend.

You looked down at your desk again, suddenly feeling yet another wave of guilt washing over you as you assumed what he could have been upset about.

You felt a nudge on your shoulder and saw Dave turn to you from the corner of your eye. "You okay?" He asked.

You nodded, not meeting his gaze. "Yeah. Fine."

You were sure your answer wasn't convincing enough but you couldn't really bother wasting energy on putting up an act. You didn't feel like talking about it, you wanted to forget what happened on Friday.

Though, having Chris standing in front of you wasn't really helping with that.

"Are you sure?"

"Dave, I'm fine," you said quite forcefully. "Now, shut up. I'm trying to learn."

Fortunately Dave didn't try to ask you about it anymore. Still, he kept glancing at you during the lecture every once in a while.

***

As the lecture neared its end, you found your heart beating faster. You were nervous. Was Chris going to call out to you after the lecture? Did he want to talk to you?

You tapped your fingers on the desk in front of you, glancing at the clock to see the lecture was a few minutes away from ending. You realized that Chris hadn't really looked in your direction the whole class except for in the beginning. At least you hadn't caught him doing that.

The sudden realization made you a bit upset. You thought that maybe after spending the night together he was done with you, not interested in continuing whatever you had got going on.

You had yourself said that you two should just forget anything ever happened. You had made it quite clear that you didn't want this thing between you to escalate any further but... you weren't sure if you actually meant it.

Sure, the best thing for everyone would have been to completely forget about each other. It would be better for Chris and his marriage but also for you and your studies.

But you weren't sure if you wanted that.

No, you were absolutely sure that you didn't want that. Just having him there a few feet away from you made you miss him more. You craved for his touch, for his kisses... For his love.

You almost gasped at the thought. Love. Clearly neither of you were in love with the other, you hadn't known each other for long. You had slept together, talked about some things but... there was no deep connection. Still, he made you feel loved. And that's exactly what terrified you.

"Alright, that's it for today. I'll see you tomorrow. Have a good day," Chris's voice brought you back down to earth. You looked up, seeing him hurriedly gathering his things before leaving the room. He didn't spare you even a quick glance. He just left.

You felt your heart wrench in your chest. He paid no attention to you. It was like he couldn't care less whether you were there or not.

"Okay, seriously," Dave said, annoyed. "What's wrong with you? You've been so quiet the whole morning. You've had this sad look on your face... What the hell happened to you?"

You shook your head. "I don't want to talk about it."

"Is this about Friday?"

You tensed, jaw and fists clenching. You refused to answer, though. You just stood up and began packing your things.

"What happened?" Dave asked, sounding much more gentle than a few moments before. "Did... Did someone... hurt you?" He asked carefully, reaching out his hand to place it on your arm.

You shook your head. "No, Dave. Nobody hurt me. I just went home with a guy and that's it. Don't worry about it. I'm fine." You replied once more before shrugging his hand off of you and going home.

As you got to the hallway, you looked to your left to see Chris standing there with another professor, talking to her. You saw his gaze briefly settle on you but he looked away immediately. His face didn't give off any reaction, any sudden change of mood. It's like you didn't affect him in any way.

You turned around, disappointed. You forced yourself to move, to get back to the dorms but the urge to turn around and look at him was strong. You mentally scolded yourself, telling yourself to just forget him because he clearly wanted nothing to do with you anymore.

He was done with you.

And you wished you would have been done with him too.