New Faces

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Not going to lie, this is a bit of a slow chapter, but that's usually how first chapters go for me, lol

If you survived through that first part, congrats, bc I was cringing as I wrote it, as stuff like that isn't what I'm used to writing.

Corkins99, thank you so much for literally supporting anything that I write; you're the best!~ <3

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Ethan had started his second year of college; he was majoring in psychology as he had always found the study of the behavior of humans and their minds to be extremely fascinating. His friends on the other hand, thought he was nosey and wanted to learn how to break someone mentally and use their fears against them, but Ethan wasn't that cruel. They only said things like that because Ethan tended to keep to himself the majority of the time; spending most of his time observing people from afar, rather than studying them up close with social interactions.

He was currently outside, sitting at a picnic table alone, he had free time for the rest of the day, as he finished his classes at 2 and he wasn't scheduled to work at the campus library that night either. He had a journal in front of him, he was mindlessly writing down observations he had noticed today from a few students and was trying to label different terms to why they acted certain ways. Ethan flipped from is notebook to his phone occasionally as he got Snapchats from Jack and Aaron; his two closest friends.

Ethan had to re-watch Jack's Snaps a few times when his friend had only taken shaky pictures of a guy that sat several seats away from Jack. He furrowed his brow as he took in the sight of the slightly blurry picture, "He's creeping again," Ethan muttered to himself.

The man himself was fairly attractive; dark skinned, dark eyed, and dark styled hair.

Ethan didn't bother responding as Jack continued to assault his and Aaron's inbox. He locked his phone and pulled Red Dragon from his backpack and flipped to his page that he had bookmarked and when he lifted his head to brush his bangs out of his face he saw a figure standing by the fountain, looking in his direction. Ethan raised an eyebrow at the snapback wearing figure; he was too far for Ethan to see who it was and he watched them start to walk off when someone else moved next to him.

"Maybe he was just waiting them for and not staring at you," Ethan mumbled to himself. He went back to reading his book until he received a text from Aaron around an hour later, asking him if he wanted to come to lunch with him, Jack, and the new kid who Jack had been talking to for a few days.

Part of Ethan wanted to remain where he sat, but the other half demanded food and he would go Hannibal the Cannibal on the next person who crossed his path. He confirmed that he'd meet them at their usual place and proceeded to pack up his things carefully before slinging his backpack on and started to make the five-minute journey towards the local café that had wonderful flatbread sandwiches and strawberry lemonade.

Per usual, Ethan was the last to arrive. He smiled when Aaron waved at him; he side-eyed the new kid next to him and Jack was talking animatedly to the new guy, who was just smiling endearingly at whatever Jack was saying.

Ethan placed his backpack on the back of his chair, taking his seat next to Jack. He smiled to the new guy, who had curly blonde hair on top, but the sides were shaved and dyed a dark brown.

"Hi, I'm Nathaniel, but I go by Nate; sounds less posh," Nate greeted Ethan, giving him a cheery smile. He offered Ethan his hand to shake and he saw that Ethan was intently studying his every move, which intrigued Nate.

"Ethan, stop psychoanalyzing him," Jack scolded. "You can't pick up anything from a normal greeting."

"Can't say I didn't try," Ethan sighed and accepted the handshake. He felt soothed the moment he touched Nate's hand, it was odd and he withdrew his hand back after a couple seconds; he saw that Nate had tried to keep his facial expressions to a bare minimum, but his blue eyes were far too expressive and gleeful from whatever he had gathered.

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