Kieran's PoV

Not censoring my thoughts, I asked, "Why not? Aren't you worried I'll get a crush on you and creep on you while you're sleeping?"

He shrugged. "Not really. You aren't the type to do that." What does he mean not really? He doesn't even know me that well and he's not worried?! Every guy worries about that. Or is he trying to infer that he's not attractive enough for someone to crush on him..? "Look, if you're gay, you're gay. And that's perfectly fine. It's none of my business, nor is it his place or mine to tell you what you can or can't be or do. I support you and your brother should too."

I scoffed, though it turned into a disdainful laugh. "Yeah, I won't be holding my breath for that one." Simon shrugged again.

"His loss." His- what? I don't.. What does he mean, his loss? I shook my head and he smiled at me. Once I hesitantly smiled back, his expression brightened. "There's the smile I was looking for. Much better. We still on for coffee later?" I nodded. "Awesome, I'll catch you later then. Meet me at the dorm at... how's six? Then we can walk there together." I nodded again and he got up and walked away. I glanced around. Oh. Class is over. How time flies when your brother's a douche. I smiled wryly.

I packed up my stuff and decided to head for the dorm. It was only 3:30 so I had plenty of time for a nap and a shower before Simon got back. I set my stuff down on my desk chair and collapsed onto my bed. After waking up sporadically, I finally got up at 5. I hopped in the shower. Once I finished there, I threw on a clean set of clothes that didn't look too bad: jeans, a polo shirt with my favourite light pink hoodie over it, and my glorious beat-up Converse. I still had 10 minutes so I set myself the task of fixing my hair. I dried it with the towel and combed it. After a few comb-throughs, it finally fell the way I wanted it to. At that point, it was a minute to six so I decided to wait outside the door. I leaned against the wall casually, ignoring how tightly my stomach twisted in anticipation.

Calm down, it's a study session not a freaking date. You know he's not interested in you, so why do you do this to yourself? He's obviously straight. Okay, maybe not obviously but still. Okay, yeah, he never looks at girls like straight guys do. He doesn't talk about them either. Though he could just be a gentleman and have a basic level of respect for women. But what if he is gay? That'd explain why he doesn't mind me being gay. Maybe I can ask him... How would I bring it up? Hey, so, are you like gay.. or what? No. I'm not doing it. Not. Happening. "Kieran?" His voice got my attention, allowing me to discover that the very center of my thoughts was right in front of me. Love it. I hadn't even heard him walk up.

"Hey," I responded with a smile. He smiled back.

"Don't you look all dressed up?"

"Worried I'll make you look bad?" I joke. As if. He's... ahhhh.

He shrugged offhandedly. "Not really and even if you did, it'd be worth it." He opened the door and chucked his backpack inside before closing it and locking the door, all while I'm trying to figure out what the FUCK that meant. We walked together out of the building and down the street. "You're going to love this place. They have the nicest staff. They're all pretty cute too."

I'm sure they are. This seems like a perfect time to scope out the competition. Maybe figure out his type. A couple blocks from our destination, I noticed we're being followed. I bumped my elbow against Simon's and he winked at me. He'd noticed them too. We took a turn and were somehow immediately surrounded.