Cannabis Eyes?

The only reason I gave him that name was mainly because his eyes are addictive and they get me high. I have a knack for awkward nicknames, like the one I gave my art professor, "Vincent van Go Away”. Yes, I'm a weird one. Seeing Yuvan became the highlight of my day. Everyday, I just looked across my table and there he was. He wasn't the tallest individual but we were about the same height and he smelled like cinnamon. I don't know why or how but I loved it. I remember begging to use the washroom for the fourth time just to pass in front of him and have him watch me as I walked away. My anxiety tells me he couldn't care less but my hopeless romantic heart says otherwise.
Funny how it goes. How one person can be torn between three pieces of themselves... Mind, heart and soul. Mind is the father who argues all day, Heart is the tired mother who's had enough yet still has high hopes. And soul, Soul is the child that witnesses their disputes. Soul cannot choose between them, she loves them both. Any argument in the home (body) only further exposes her to Toxicity, a long lost friend. So she falls asleep another night, praying they work it out. God forbid she's fading away. 
But enough about this deep shit, I was in love. For the first time in my uneventful twenty years of life, I desired another human being. His face was like cheesecake, soft smooth and creamy, and damn I wanted to take a bite. Or just devour him whole. Now I'm hungry and my heart aches, nice going Yaveeda.
One month passed and nothing happened, everything was at a standstill and days passed where I'd see less and less of Yuvan. Some days he didn't even show up to class and the less I saw him, the more my worries grew. Where was he? Why is he not here? Who will I stare at? All really great questions and they overwhelmed my mind to the point where I found my arm in the air, awaiting approval to use the washroom. Without hesitation, I made my way outside. Paced through the corridors until I came across a blue door. One that I've never seen before and it really peaked my interest. Within two seconds, I already found myself on the other side of the door. The room was dark, but you could still see the outlines of all the boxes that laid on the floor. But that wasn't it, there was a silhouette and the further I stepped inward, the more I smelt smoke.
"Hello, Is there anyone in here?"  I asked with a trembling voice.  After thirty seconds of silence, a voice followed. "Veeda, you shouldn't be in here." Whoa.... Who the fuck was that and how did they know my name? The more I replayed the voice in my head, the more recognizable it became. “Yuvan," I felt slipping out from between my lips. I didn't hear his voice much personally, but I figured it out from every time he asked questions in class. Which was a fricking lot. My boy was inquisitive as hell.
"Ent I just tell you that you should not be here?" He questioned this time, but I was in no mood to play detective and my bathroom break was longer than expected. I buried the questions I had at the bottom of my mind and found my way back to class. 
To my surprise, Yuvan came in as soon as I sat down. He looked directly into my eyes from afar and for the first time in my life I was actually afraid. It was that look of hate and disgust that warned me to back the hell off else things will get pretty heated. Playing it off, I gave off a smirk that cut all tension and caused his eyes to move from mine to the Professor.
"Yuvan, here at last,"  said the Professor as he erased sketches off the whiteboard behind him.
As if to avoid the truth, Yuvan just smiled and nodded. He focused his stare on me for a minute more and then was "saved by the bell." Did I mention how much I loved that show? Wait, no one cares. As I was saying..
Hurriedly, the love of my life got up and made his way out the door. Just looking at him walking out was pleasing. He was literally, the most handsome guy I've ever seen. And he knew I existed! Yay!