"Are you a drummer?"
...
Shoot.
Talking to a hot guy and the first thing you do is basically prove you're a stalker. Great job.

"I mean...hey! I'm May! Ha!"

At this he chuckles, low and smooth like some kind of jazz instrument. At least he has a sense of humor. 

"I'm Ezra and yes, to answer your question, I am a drummer. I'm guessing you saw my drumsticks?"
"Yeah, sorry, I um swear I'm not usually a stalker."
"It's no problem. Why are you out this late?"
"A-an essay. I'm a college student if you c-couldn't tell."

Grinning, he lets his eyes sweep over me. I grimaced internally as I thought of my jeans, stained with spilled Red Bull, and my shirt which I hadn't ironed in what? Weeks?

Yeah that's because you burned yourself and now you're convinced you've got a phobia of irons. Independent life is so hard.

I sent a quick glance to the scar on my hand from that burn, almost invisible but still enough for me to wimp out over, running my hands through my hair. At least that was freshly washed.

I really am a mess.

"College? Wow. Never really was smart enough for college and besides my fa-...uhh. What are you studying?"

That was interesting. I wasn't sure whether that was a slip of a tongue or not but now I'm curious. Secrets slip at the witching hour.

May you just told him you weren't a stalker. Plus it's none of your beeswax. Ew, that was pretty middle school.

"Biomedical science. You're not in college? How old are you?"
"I'm 19."
"Oh,"
Oh.
"That's cool. Um...same!"
Oh my gosh. We are the same age! My luck knows no bounds! Play it cool.
"Has anyone told you you've got really nice hair?"
"Thanks, I guess? You have nice hair too? It's very...blue?"

What was that? I ducked my head, trying to act coy and slyly slapped my arm. I was making a complete fool of myself.

Though, he did complement my hair. I tugged on a strand, crossing my eyes to inspect it. I had dyed it Coraline blue before I came here. My dad practically fainted when he saw it.

I heard a faint snicker from my left and turned to glare at Ezra.
"Why are you laughing at me dude?"
"You're cute."

My mouth dropped open.
"I-um what?"
As I hyperventilated silently Ezra burst out into gut busting laughs. I couldn't help but giggle quietly.

I knew I wasn't ugly but I wasn't pretty enough to get random complements from people. Is anyone really? Really that should be a thing people do. Wait what was I thinking about?

"I figured if we were blurting out our thoughts I should jump on that bandwagon."
"That was what you were thinking? I mean that doesn't sound right."
"Hey I can appreciate a pretty face. Anyone who calls me dude is welcome to my bro squad."
"I'm a bro, am I?"
"Is there a problem with being a bro, bro?"
"No."
"No bro."

I felt a smile steal onto my face at our joking. It's pretty rare meeting someone you could joke about with straight away.

Though now that I think about it the fact that it's 3am may affect our judgements slightly.

"Do you have a phone?"
He scoffed.
"Who doesn't? Do you want my number? Here."
"Well that was easy."
"My number's not classified information. Besides I've got some friends who are on your campus ;or at least I think so? There aren't many blue haired science majors in this place."

I couldn't tell you how long we talked. After giving me his number Ezra and I chatted about everything that came into our sleep deprived minds.

It was when we were discussing the true colour of a mirror that I realised I had class in the morning and probably should get back.

"I should go."
"Are you walking on your own at this time?"
"Well yeah. It's not that far."
"Let me come with."
"I'm not a wimp."
"Yeah but I am."

I snorted and then we were off, kicking puddles at each other, grinning like lunatics.

At the door he turned to me, a small dusk pink blush covering his face. He stepped forward, so close I could feel his breath on the tip of my nose.

He placed calloused hands under my chin, tilting it towards him. I could feel my heart begin to race as he cupped my cheek.

"High five?"
"What?"

Even as I said this I instinctively lifted my hand up to hit his, feeling the weight of disappointment on my shoulders.

"High fives are cool. Have a good night, May. I'll see you soon?"
"Yeah. Have a great day."

I let the door shut behind me groaning slightly. I couldn't believe he'd just led me on like that. The disappointment surged in me, creating a heavy emotion in my chest that was almost indiscernible.

Maybe it's relief? You did just meet him.

Refusing to acknowledge the logic of the voice in my head, I began to trudge up the steps to my apartment.

"MAY IS THAT YOU? YOU ARE DEAD GIRL."

Oh no. Time to face the music.

*im so stupid. I had to delete my other authors note because I was trying to make everything consistent and I destroyed it. the main thing is thanks to @LilDevil who is turning out to be my greatest supporter. you have no idea how good you've made me feel about my writing*
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