Chapter 10

*Issa P.O.V.*

I type out a message back home. The first semester was a little over half way over, and it was hard to believe how much had happened in this short time. Things had been going great so far. I couldn't imagine things could get better than this. Not only had the semester gone by without any serious problems, but I met a lot of great people and had an amazing girlfriend. Though she's a mermaid, which has it's complications considering my monster form, we're willing to work through them. And she's been so accepting of me.

It all feels like a dream, you know. She compliments me so well and always makes me smile. Some of her friends like me and others don't. But I really hope we last. We have to, because she's the only one for me.

I slip out the door and down the stairs. I'm starving, but not for any breakfast they're serving down there. 'I can't wait to see her.' As usual she's there about the same time as me. Talk about fate. Unless she's been waiting for me. I kiss her lips, whispering between them a soft, "Missed you babe." I didn't care that we were just making out in the hall. I didn't care that people knew about our relationship. I just want to savor every moment with her. Ever touch, every breath, every beat of my heart. But finally we're forced to get a breath, I'm sure to the satisfaction of those trying to get past us.

I press my arm up against the wall, smiling down at her. "Why don't we ditch this morning?" I smirk at her, and she quickly gets what I mean. Both of us are smirking at one another as she drags me towards her room.

She's the only thing in the world that mattered to me, and I'd do anything for her. Be anything for her. Whatever she needed. I needed her, and she needed me. We were always so happy around each other, but not honest. I knew there were things she hadn't told me, just as there were for me.

I could recall many confrontations from Asahi. He thought I was using her. He thought I was just a rebound for her. He didn't want her to get hurt. He didn't want her to depend on others to solve her problems. He didn't want a guy like me to date her. He wanted me to keep her happy. No matter what it was, there always seemed to be something. But I didn't think he should make a big deal out of it. Because either way I wanted her to be happy, and I wanted it to be because of me.