Even if I told her, she wouldn't believe me. But that first night we met; when I walked over, she was the one who caught my eye, not Tessa. It was her casual posture. It was the knowledge that she was different. That she would be more than just someone to be divided and conquered. But that she was special. And I was stunned by that.

That during the night, I would look back at her to find that she was looking at me. To find that when our eyes met, I was the one that felt my face grow red. That I was the one who had to look away.

Away from the noise of the club and the pressure from my friends, I thought about her. Not just how smooth her skin was or how warm her body would be next to mine. I thought about her voice. Her laughter. I'd heard it just once, but I closed my eyes and tried to recreate the sound again.

Again and again I thought about her. It drove me crazy. It was clear from our first interaction what she thought of me. Just another frat guy. Another player. Another tool. And maybe she was right. Maybe I was those things. But for her, I didn't want to.

To me, she was a mystery. And as hard I tried to get close to her, I couldn't. Suddenly I was dating Tessa. Suddenly Rebecca was nothing more to me than my girlfriend's roommate. So I forgot about her.

Her brown eyes didn't make me unsteady anymore. Her touch didn't leave goosebumps on my arm. Her laugh didn't make my heart beat faster. She became my friend. And friends don't fall in love. Regardless of what happens in the future. And that is a fact I will always loathe.