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13: eYeS, mOuTh, EaRs

Monday, February 16th

The great thing about college-among all the other great things you can get away with, of course-was that if you wanted to be invisible, you totally could be. Ten times more than in high school.

Our classes at ASU held up to two-hundred students per class, and unless you stood out by making the highest grade in the class or constantly spoke to your professor to bribe a good grade out of them, they never remembered your name and you were forgotten the moment the semester ended.

Luckily for me, the only professor who knew me was Professor Howard. Chemistry was my favorite class and I always spoke with him for additional support. Other than that, I was just a number. A letter grade. So naturally, I slunk to the back with Arrow entirely unnoticed. And to them, Arrow was just a number, too.

Of course today, that only counted for my last class of the day: Stats. Arrow's eyes lit up orange from the moment the professor started talking until the very last word. So gold star for both of us. Could be because Stats carries overwhelming amounts of numbers for Arrow's newborn mind.

As for the three awkward classes before (Psych, Chem, and Anatomy)? Well, they went something like this:

12:30pm: Psychology with Luna Escalante (i.e. the bestie)

As always, I arrived half an hour early. No one else was there, as per usual. Luna sat in the back, her textbook open and her phone in her hands. She had someone on speaker, but it wasn't anyone I was too familiar with.

I sat on Luna's left and Arrow sat on my left. The middle was a surprisingly comforting spot.

"-not convinced," she said as I slid into the seat next to her. "My mom's a lawyer, okay? I know all your little illogical fallacies and I'm not falling for them." She looked at me and smiled. To Arrow, she waved her fingers.

She spent a good twenty-minutes arguing with someone about how crayons deserved more love and recognition because they were the most underrated art utensil, that they were the only utensil that understood her and how she would marry the color Purple Mountains Majesty (which she also spent time arguing was a real color) and become Mrs. Luna Purple Mountains Majesty so they could make purple children. And then she hung up on the guy mid-sentence.

"That was Tyrell," she explained. "He called me to tell me he had fun on Valentine's day and he'd like to do it again sometime."

I tapped my pen on my notebook. "And somehow this led to a conversation about crayons...?"

"He knocked over my box and they broke on the floor! Granted, we were really into it so it's understandable, but I told him I don't know if I can see him again after that."

Arrow leaned back in his desk, legs out on the seat in front of him, as he chewed on a pencil. He looked utterly unamused, yet I could tell he was excited for class. His eyes studied the writing on the board before the professor even walked in; those gray eyes were transfixed like the words imitated a rubix cube he was mentally trying to arrange into order.

He was a silent observer. He listened in on our conversation without taking his eyes off the board, and he leaned close to me and whispered in my ear, "Is this psych class about human behavior going to tell me more about you?"

My insides knotted. His words transported me to a land with beautiful three-tiered fountains, Cupid's fluttering their wings and aiming their arrows in the right direction for once, and harps guiding my steps toward mine and Arrow's tethered future. "Not me, specifically. But ask me anything and the answer is yours."

The whole class, I couldn't pay attention. To the board, anyway. Professor Martinez said something about the Halo Effect and how naturally, attractive people received way more politeness and benefits than ordinary (or to put it bluntly: ugly) people as if they wore halos and blah blah blah, but I couldn't listen. My eyes kept wandering to Arrow.