"Lucy, sophomore, neurotypical."

"Alex, junior, neurotypical."

"Alyssa, freshman, neurotypical."

I look around the classroom at everyone sitting at huge round tables, Psychology 101 books spread out. The professor was making us shout out our name, grade, and mental illness. But all these people just seemed like neurotypicals... not that I would hold that against them, of course. But people seem to hold mental illness against us...

I was sitting at a table with only one other person, which was good. It meant less socialization, less anxiety... it was great. The person across from me was a man with light purple hair and a permanent smirk. And oh god... he was handsome. Stunning. The professor eventually got to him.

"Vincent, sophomore, schizophrenic." There were a few gasps from the surrounding students, and he just rolled his eyes. As some students began to obnoxiously crowd around him like he was some sort of lab specimen, the professor pointed to me.

"S-Scott, sophomore, depression and a-anxiety..." Now they were all over our table like a flock of birds, and they were making just as much noise with all their questions.

"So, schizophrenia means you hear voices, right? Please don't kill me."

"So, you just get nervous about a few things and they call it a mental disorder?"

"Are you seeing things right now? How many fingers am I holding up?"

I felt a warm hand grab mine, and suddenly I was being pulled towards the door. I didn't bother to look at who it was until we got outside, and it turned out it was Vincent.

It was only then that I noticed I was hyperventilating, and tears were streaming down my flushed cheeks. I must look so stupid. Nonetheless, I talked to him. "Hi..."

"Hi. Sorry about all that, in there... and for escaping with you."

"D-don't be! I'm glad you did."

"Hey, uh... you must've heard in there, but I'm Vincent... wanna go get a coffee? We both have some time to kill." He laughed, and I found myself laughing with him as we walked toward the Starbucks on campus.