Whilst hurrying down the hall with several notebooks in tow for a study session at the library, Willoughby checked his watch. 11:45 AM. He needed to be there with his classmates at noon. The route was simple enough, but he strived for his timing to be impeccable. Now the double doors were in his line of view until a flash of blonde caught his eye. He hadn’t seen that in weeks. A bead of sweat trickled down his forehead as his rapid, echoing footsteps came to a halt. Anxiety increased tenfold, for he needed to hastily choose between promptness and apology. Will hated confronting his problems, but he had to -- pride got the best of him. The caustic words of Nolan were still fresh in his head and propelled him in the direction of the girl. “Orion, hi. I haven’t seen you lately.” he began, rather lamely. “I’ve been meaning to speak to you.”