It was a few months after the incident, and college was starting. Remy got a part-time job at a coffee shop at my university since I refuse to go to any more clubs with him. During that night, I got home, and I immediately wrapped my arms like Logan said and took my medication. Remy went full shipper mode when I told him about the story on the drive home, saying how Logan and I were meant to be. I roll my eyes at the thought.

I snatch my backpack from the floor and grab anything I might need for my afternoon classes. I'm taking multiple advanced courses since my GPA is higher than most people, and I could get kicked out if I don't have adequate grades. I talk to a counselor about my meds and what to do if I have an emergency. The college is only 15 minutes away, and the traffic wasn't too bad, but it is one of the biggest cities in the world so I should be more careful in case I'm late.

When I finally get to school, I park the car in the college parking lot and pull out the map I printed of the building. Remy always makes fun of me being too prepared, even though it does help us out 90% of the time. This college is huge. Having seven different dining halls and four libraries, I'm almost required to get lost. My first class is Advanced Astrophysics, and I need to get to A19 on the first floor. After getting lost a few times, I finally find the room. I stop and stare at the door and try to calm myself down, taking a few breaths.

'What if they hate me? What am I thinking, of course they'll hate me.' I continue debating with myself until an arm reaches for the handle of the door next to me. I turn and jump five feet in the air, only to find Logan giving me a blank look before he opens the door, holding it for me. I shakily walk forward into the classroom. I keep my head down and take a seat in the back, pulling out the story I'm writing. Thankfully, no one notices me as they all yell and chat amongst themselves. Logan grabs some paperwork stacked on the counter and walks to the back table to work on them. Soon class starts, and the teacher comes in to start introductions.

"Hello class, my name is Mrs. Stokes, I will be your Advanced Astrophysics teacher, and my student aid will be Logan Frode," she starts to ramble off, and in the middle of it, she starts asking questions to us.

"Which laws of physics apply to the center of a black hole?" The teacher asked, glaring at everyone. I know the answer, I sit up but continue to work on my story, I'm not going to answer. That's way too stressful. But after a few minutes, no one raises their hands. After a good ten minutes of silence, she sighs," You kids are in Advanced Astrophysics, and you didn't even know the explanation?" She exclaims, throwing her hands in the air. "The answer is none of them. In a space where everything is so entirely condensed and stretched, the laws of physics are quite literally broken." My head immediately shoots up, as I know for a fact that is not correct. I look around nervously as I see Logan look up, raising an eyebrow, but he quickly goes back to whatever he's doing. Okay, so I wasn't crazy she did just say that. I hesitantly raise my hand; I've never done that before. I just felt the need to impress, and I don't know why. In the middle of her lecture about the question, her eyes catch mine, and she calls on me. "Yes, umm-,"

"Virgil Trent and the right question would be which laws of physics apply to the gravitational singularity at the center of a black hole. Not the center of the black hole itself. Also, the laws of physics aren't 'literally broken.' Laws can't be literally broken." The class fell into silence as they all looked at me. My face goes red with embarrassment, and I look down. I glance over to Logan, who Is entirely entranced by me. Totally not making it more embarrassing.

The teacher huffs and looks away, angry that I corrected her and continued her lesson," As I was saying-" I could just feel the anxiety hit, as I put on my hood blocking myself from the world and muffle her voice out for the rest of class. Soon she started to hand out work for everyone to do for the next 10 minutes as she was too 'busy' to think of anything else. She calls up Logan to hand the papers out, and while he hands them out, I could hear all the whispers and coos from the girls. I felt a flare of jealousy shoot through me as I squeeze my pencil. "KcSSHH," I jump, turning around confused only to see a broken beaker. I turn back around to see Logan and everyone staring at me. Logan adjusts his glasses, raising his eyebrow before walking towards the shattered beaker holding his hand out above it. His eyes start glowing blue, and the beaker begins to float up before the glass pieces slowly combine back together. Gasps float around the room as he places the fixed breaker that looks as good as before on the counter. He turns back towards me and hands me the work before walking and giving the paper to the other students. I start to work on it for a few minutes until I notice the question was worded wrong. I look around at the silent class and raise my hand. I immediately catch Logan's eyes as he finished the paperwork 30 minutes ago. He stands up and walks over to me, I feel the anxiety with each step as he walks over. Once he stops at my desk, I feel my face blush.

"U-umm t-the uh question 17 is wrong," I stutter, pointing at the question. Logan turns to stand by me and looks at the paper. He glances at it for a few seconds before calling the teacher over. She makes an annoyed sound as she walks over, clearly already hating me. He grabs my paper and shows her the question. She makes a face at me before handing the paper back to Logan and walking to the front of the class to tell everyone to not do question 17. Logan looks down at me, winks, and hands me my paper back. My face heats up as I look down, and I see his phone number written at the top of it. I finish the assignment before it was time to leave, I grab my stuff and get ready to get to my next class.

I need to get to G16 on the third floor, Advanced Novel and Short Story Writing, in 20 minutes; I start to get anxious about being late. I rush out of the room and head for the elevator. I push the button and wait until it opens, luckily, no one is in it to have that awkward silence I hate. I push the button for the third floor, and the doors started to close until-

"Wait! Hold the door!" someone yells. I stop and put my hand between the doors, making them withdraw. I look up and make eye contact with Patton Agape. He seems shocked to see me before smiling."Virgil!" He chirps.

I duck my head down and move out of the way, shrinking into my jacket. He frowns, sensing my stress. Walking to the other side of the elevator. I pull up my hood and cross my arms, looking at him, worried. I don't know why, but the feeling that he was going to hurt me somehow wouldn't go away, my fight or flight reflexes going haywire.

He looks surprised," Hey," he says very softly, "I'm not going to hurt you," he smiles slightly, and that same feeling came back. The same one when I was on stage. It's the same feeling when Remy calms me down, only happier. I smile slightly at him, causing him to start beaming. I roll my eyes feeling my face flush a little. I notice it as my face warms; he must be doing this on purpose.

We stand in comfortable silence until it reaches the third floor, as we both step forward we leave. We almost run into each other but stop just in time. "Oh, you can go," Patton motions for me to leave. Oh, that's embarrassing, I walk forward awkwardly and wave at him. He gives me another comforting smile," I guess I'll see you later?" I nod so I can leave. We both go on our separate ways, except we don't and end up walking the same direction.

Double embarrassing at this point, my mind, and my anxiety are saying the same thing about how stupid I am and how stupid this situation is. And it is! Why is it so flipping hard to talk to them? I've had crushes before, and I've never acted like this. Maybe it's because I already convinced myself that it would never work, but with them, they don't know me. I could've started new, had a fresh start but nooooo. I had to throw it all away at that stupid assembly.

He gives me an awkward look as we walk the same way and end up in the standing in front of the same door. Oh my God, we have the same class. He starts laughing as my face reddens. I never thought that I would actually have a class with any of them. I mean, they are two to three years older than me. Wait. Oh, never mind. I'm so stupid. I took advanced classes that they would typically be taking. I might actually see all of them in my classes. Well, except for Logan. I can't even begin to think about how advanced his courses are.

I nervously look between Patton and the door and then Patton again before opening it... I decide to hold it open for Patton. As he walks through, he smiles and thanks me. I don't think I ever felt my face got so red so fast. I pull my hood around to cover as much of my face as possible. Before walking through the class, looking for a seat. There was a bunch, so it wouldn't be too hard to find an open one. I decide to sit in the corner, too nervous to openly talk to anyone else. The teacher comes in and starts introductions. As you can probably guess, I hate introductions. They give out one of those scavenger hunt 'getting to know you' sheets and the one who wins gets extra credit. I don't move while everyone starts talking and moving around each other. I pull out my headphones and put them on signaling to the world I'm not interested in conversation. I watch as they all dash around, trying to win. I pull out one of my stories I'm writing and start working on it, while in the middle of one of my songs changing, I hear a yell. I look up, moving my headphones off one ear.

Patton had apparently won as he raises the paper, and everyone cheers giggles, and he goes and starts talking to the teacher. Typical, they get everything they ever wanted handed to them since birth. They don't know the idea of struggle, especially when you're the exact opposite of them. I glare, feeling angry. My hand tightens around my pencil. I start to feel that fuzzy feeling again. My hand starts burning, and I yell, dropping the pencil. Only the pencil never dropped. It vanished. No pop, no smoke. Just gone. It kinda reminds me of what happened to the door.

I hear silence and look up, immediately freezing. Everyone is looking at me now. I look around, feeling petrified. There are too many eyes on me. What do I say? They all turn back around. Probably thinking I'm crazy. My mind holds onto it for a while. While I try to calm myself: inhale for 7, hold for 4, outhale for 8, in for 7, hold for how many? 3? Or was it 5? I don't know anymore. Today has been so stressful- did I even take my meds today? I didn't. I must have forgotten. That's why I'm really stressing out. My blood pressure is probably skyrocketing. I curl up in a ball listening to the teacher explain a partner project we will be doing. She wants us to write a paper together to help us "work together better." We are allowed to choose our partners, and I know for a fact no one would want to be partners with me. I guess I'll just have to do it by myself. Sure, I'll get marked down, but it's better than trying to find someone. On the teacher's cue, everyone gets up to find a partner. I stay seated in the back, feeling nervous, like an outcast. I peak over towards Patton. He is sitting by the window seat with a ton of people surrounding him, asking if he wants to be their partner. He smiles and says something I can't hear. He turns and catches my eye before grinning at me. He stands up and walks over to me while everyone stares surprised. He stops in front of my desk, and I can't help but blush at the attention. Everyone looks at us.

" Hey, would you like to be my partner?" he asks, smiling, though his eyes were pleading.

I stutter," u-umm I-I YES I mean s-sure," he giggles at my fidgeting before sitting down next to me to talk about the project. We decide we're going to do the project at my house since he's not allowed to bring people to the private sections of the Association. We exchange numbers before class is dismissed. I immediately run out of there, just wanting to getaway. I check my watch. I have 30 more minutes until my science class. I turn down a few halls wandering around aimlessly. I guess I could go find Remy. His shift had started while I was in class. Where did he say the coffee shop was again?

While I walked around, I slammed into a body, falling on the ground. I look up and froze. It was Will. He looks at me, surprised, then glares. "What are you doing here?" He sneers at me in disgust. I back up. This isn't good. Seeing his face AND no meds are going to make the day go from bad to 'hell no, we aren't going there.' No one knows about my problem and anxiety, and I planned to keep it that way. I need to find the office. They would have my pills. However, my plans were quickly disrupted by my body, telling my brain to release enough hormones to let me fight for my life. I tried to calm myself down, focusing my breathing, but Will didn't take kindly to being ignored and chose to express his frustration by pulling me up by my collar and slamming me to the wall. I had no strength left in my legs, so they buckled, I also got the wind knocked out of me. Will's crystal gives him superhuman strength and a short temper. Now that I think about it, it makes sense he got into this college. He was bright and strong and never got caught in a physical fight. Clearly, that had changed. As his hands tighten on my shirt, my fight or flight seemed to shut off, and the fuzzy feeling flooded in. I felt heat radiate off me. Will started yelling, but I couldn't hear him. I let the feeling take over. My panic melts away, and I feel my arm lift up and grab his wrist, bending it backward close to breaking it before a female voice left my mouth.

"Let go of my bearer," the voice boomed angrily. Will makes an alarmed sound before falling backward and looking at me, terrified. I try to take back control of my body, but I couldn't. My body starts walking towards him as he cowards away. What if I hurt him? I don't want to get kicked out. How do I stop? I need to stop!

"Fashutana, let him go, "another voice rumbles. I feel the fuzzy feeling lessen, as I feel myself regain control of my limbs. I slide down onto the floor, curling into a ball and start to shake. I focus on my breathing, trying to calm myself down. I keep my head down, staring at the floor. I can still sense Will as he stays on the ground before I hear a loud "go," and I hear him scramble away. I stay still and keep my head down until I hear footsteps and see a pair of shiny black dress shoes stop in front of me. I raise my head, glancing up to see him; Roman Finley.