It was 8:10 on a Monday morning. Elle is late to class, yet again, wondering why in the hell she signed up for an 8am class on a Monday in the first place. When she's halfway to the lecture hall, she realizes she left her textbook in her car and now has to turn around to go get it. As she's making her way back towards the lecture hall, she trips, spilling her coffee down her white t-shirt...making it inherently see through. As she looked around to see how many witness there were, she hears a frat-boy yell,

"Hey, nice lace! Why don't you come over here and let me get a closer look?"

"I would, but I don't want to get whatever STD you are currently carrying...Your antibiotics might not have kicked in yet" says Elle, continuing to walk with the hope that this asshole would go fall of a cliff somewhere.

"Hey," he says, walking towards her and putting his unwanted arm around her, pulling her too close for comfort," Don't walk away baby, I'm just trying to talk to you."

"First of all," Elle interjects, raising her voice a notch, unaware that she is now talking loud enough for the small crowd gathered around to hear her, "get your arm off of me! Second of all, don't you have some drink to try to roofy?"

She says this while trying to shrug him off, but he is now using his arm to pull her so close that her back is firmly pressed to his front. He is so close she can feel his breath on the back of her neck. She tries once again to break his grasp, when she sees another body coming towards them yelling,

"Dude, screw off! She obviously doesn't want you touching her!"

"No one asked you!" adds the frat-boy. He starts to say something else before the mystery guy interrupts: "Zach, walk away before you have to be carried away..."

The guys are now standing chest-to-chest for about a minute before the frat-boy walks away, murmuring something under his breath about her not being worth it anyway.

"You know that asshole?" Elle asks, gathering her composure.

"Unfortunately, we went to high school together" he says in a tone that suggest he's hoping not to be overheard. "I'm Nate, by the way. Sorry about all of that, he apparently needs to be kept on a leash."

"I'm Elle, and it's fine. It happens."

"But it shouldn't..." It's at this moment he and Elle make eye-contact for the first time.

It is now only blue looking into green, somehow the existence of everyone else is forgotten.

"Elle....Earth to Ellie...Elizabeth!"

Elle snaps back to reality, a reality that is her crammed in a gas station bathroom holding a pregnancy test.

"Oh, sorry!" she says looking at Paisley, "Let's get this over with."

To Be Continued...

Next Week: "In Two Minutes: Are You Ready?"