Into The Night

Fifty-Eight

"Taylor, I've been meaning to ask," I trailed as Taylor and I started walking towards our next class. We're late, and I think I am being a bad influence to her as she's usually not late. To be fair though, her past class teacher had dismissed them late.

"Ask," she responded.

A couple of students bumped with me every once and a while and I still couldn't resist the urge to check my bag and look at those people who collided with me.

"You've been here in a long time, and not one of these dullards tried to even attain your attention?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I decline, most of the time," she answered, a bit too nonchalantly like it's no big deal.

"Why'd you give me a chance, then?" I asked.

"That stunt on the bridge was really priceless," she answered, smiling adorably. "I mean, you were really cute, wanting to jump off a bridge for a bag."

I raised an eyebrow at her.

She laughed, "What? I have odd preferences. And you seemed really honest."

I don't even know how to react from that. "Oh, wow."

"Plus, 1:49 AM? You figuring out about me before I did about you, it's just — very unusual for me."

We entered the next class with our teacher's scowl and unpleased stare yet I tried my best to ignore that. Gladly, she didn't ask why we're late.

As we were working through our Maths and calculations, the P.A. system started acting up for announcements. Only one had caught me. . .

"Requesting for Harold Styles to go to the principal's office, immediately,"

All of sudden, everyone in the class was looking at me. I felt like I'm being burned but confused as hell at the same time.

My eyebrows met, "Huh?" I blinked a few times, alright, last week, I've done a load of things with my friends but why just now?

"Mr. Styles," Mrs. Cavalle said and stared down at me. I closed my notebook and put it inside my bag, leaving my pen in my hand.

I stood up and looked at Taylor, "See you later, love." I smiled at her and started walking away while clicking the pen.

There was worry in her eyes, and I couldn't say I didn't have it in mine because I do. I am worried, far beyond the usual worry but I hid it with a smile in the hopes that she won't see through it.

I've been sent to both the guidance and the principal's office far too many times, but this one made me nervous as I knew this wouldn't come out well. I remember Agent Troy telling me that he had to turn me in, and I wished I told him to give me more time because. . . I don't want to leave too early here. If they found all the things I've done, I might be shipped back to England earlier than I wanted to.

It worried me. I hope it's not because of that.

As much as my mind was telling me that there's still a good chance it's not that, I couldn't find it in myself to believe. I don't want to leave yet! I've just started having the best times of my life!

I couldn't breathe, or at least I believe I wasn't breathing as all I was doing is counting the steps further from the office. I walked a bit slower, hoping for the travel to be longer.

Seeing as I was every bit terrified, I started calming myself down by humming a few songs, making my footsteps or the clicking of the pen as the rhythm.

There came the time when I had to stop. No matter how slow, no matter how much I stalled, things still seemed to have to end. Before February and Taylor's birthday night, I wanted to go home. But now, I don't. I don't want to go back to England yet, I can still do a lot of things here.