The rest of the week went by fairly quickly, and throughout the week I had been avoiding Austin which had not been easy. I lean back in my chair, at Juilliard's cafeteria, trying to clear my head and find a way to teach myself some guitar chords. A big showcase was coming up on Christmas and I really wanted to perform in the city at Times Square.

"Careful, Sophia, you don't want to fall." Austin's voice drifts from behind me; now pushing my shoulders down so the chair is completely on the floor.

"Go away." I answer firmly.

"Okay, what's wrong with you?" Austin asks, taking the seat in front of me.

"Nothing, I just want to work on my ideas for the Christmas showcase." I respond, which isn't a complete lie.

"No, you're lying. You've been avoiding me all week!" Austin whines.

"I've been busy all week." I point out.

"Sophia, you ran when I waved to you in the hallway yesterday." he sighs.

"Oh, is that what gave it away?" I ask sarcastically.

"Are you going to tell me?" Austin pushes, leaning in to look at me.

"I just don't want to get involves with a druggie." I answer honestly.

Austin looks at me like I've gone mad, "A druggie? Whose doing drugs?"

"You." I accuse rolling my eyes, "Why am I explaining you're issues to you?"

"I don't do drugs." Austin informs firmly.

I stare into his chocolate brown eyes, that stare back and somewhat melt my insides. I let out a long sigh and close my eyes.

"I heard you." I say.

"Heard me do drugs? Is someone telling you these things, because they're not true." Austin frowns.

"No, when I found you after we got pizza I heard you tell the guy in the hoodie that you didn't have the money to pay him for the drugs he sold you." I explain, peering at him curiously.

"Oh! No no, you misunderstood. I don't do drugs, he wanted me to get him some prescription medication and I borrowed some money to get it but I never gave him back the change." Austin explains, laughing nervously.

"Really?" I ask, not buying into his story.

"I promise, I mean, do I look like a druggie?" he laughs.

I eyes Austin's appearance, taking note of all the tattoos he has and then his clothing choice. True, Austin looked great in black skinny jeans, a Metallica hoodie and a pair of Vans, but I decide to push away his last comment and not answer him.

"Anyway," Austin starts, "how was your first week? Seeing that you were in fact avoiding me."

"Fine, actually, a bit more stressful, trying to get settled, but I'm sure that by next week I'll know the deal." I answer.

"Would you like to go out tonight?" Austin asks suddenly, "Just to grab dinner," he adds.

"I might have plans with Kat." I respond checking my phone.

"Oh, well maybe some other time." he offers.

"Sure, but I should probably go. I told Kat I'd meet her at the dorms." I say standing up and pushing in my chair.

"Yeah, I gotta run too. Talk to you later yeah?" Austin says.

"Alright." I agree, and start walking away.

"Sophia! Wait!" he calls out.

"Yes?" I ask, facing him again.

"I didn't give you my number." he says, handing me a piece of paper.

"Do you always have you're number already written down on paper or...?" I trail off staring at the folded piece in his hands.

"Ha, but no, I wrote it down while you were walking away." he laughs, and I take the paper.

"Alrighty then, see you later." I laugh back finally leaving the cafeteria.

I type in the phone number into my Contacts, a smile creeping onto my face as I walk to the dorms.

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