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44: MiNd GaMeS

In Chemistry, I still couldn't bring myself to sit by Ethan or even look in his direction. He brought back so many negative emotions (if they were emotions, anyway; thanks Professor Martinez) that the best thing I could do was wipe him from my memory.

I didn't have any problems there. It was Anatomy that presented me the biggest challenge of the day.

For the first time in a while, I arrived earlier than everyone else and positioned my notebook, pens, highlighters, and post-it notes neatly on my desk. I sat in the middle row on the end seat (the back would bore me, yet I knew who'd be sitting up front and I just...I couldn't have any distractions). Oh, and I was wearing my glasses again. I threw out my contacts after I had to tear them out of my eyeballs post-party; pro-tip: don't sleep with them in.

Gosh, I really embarrassed myself before break. I felt the eyes of all my peers boring into my spinal cord and the ones sitting in front couldn't make it obvious enough that they were searching for the Frog Dissection Seductress (coulda put that on my Tinder bio). No one sat in my row. But oh well; I had all the space I could possibly want.

Until four minutes into lecture when someone plopped down on my right.

"Looks like you've caught the plague. Should I be worried?" Isaac set his backpack down and looked down the row of empty seats.

My jaw tightened. Class started and he must've seen me and chosen to move back here. I kept my eyes on the projector screen. More notes. Anatomy. Now we were onto anatomy of pigs; how exciting! I scribbled down words and fought the urge to face him.

"You mad?"

I shook my head. "Focused." Yellow highlighter-highlight "lateral."

"Uh oh...are pigs your newfound obsession?"

Ugh. "Shh. I need this in my future."

"Pig dissection?"

"I'm genuinely interested in the anatomy of pigs."

"Why? Does it remind you of Arrow somehow?"

"Isaac, shut up. I need to get my grades up."

I didn't look, but I knew he cast me his infamous judgmental stare. "I'm only sitting here so you don't feel lonely; and because for a moment I thought you were a cute new girl with even cuter glasses who I could seduce into studying with me. Guess it's just Frannie." He paused. "Oh, that's why no one's sitting here: you've got Fran's Disease. Should I move to save my chances of one day finding my own lover?"

Wait...cute? Did Isaac just call me cute?

He also validated my Fran's Disease in a semi-insulting way. I should've just kicked him off his chair.

"Honestly, that'd be great. I see five empty seats in the front row-all yours."

"And cause a scene trying to squeeze around everyone? No thank you."

Professor Porter paused mid-sentence to shoot Isaac and I an icy glare. I looked down at my notes and Isaac mouthed an apology.

The rest of lecture remained silent with both Isaac and I taking notes at a rapid-fire pace. I almost forgot he sat next to me...until the end when Porter dismissed us fifteen minutes early and Isaac waited for me to pack up my sticky notes, highlighters, and notebook.

"You can go, ya know." I purposely slowed down packing up and kept my eyes on my bag.

"I'm waiting for you."

Waiting? He wanted to walk with me? My heart skipped a beat.

But the door was locked... Luna said she and Isaac were on friend terms now, but that didn't explain what happened Saturday morning.