In my feelings

7. EINSTEIN

" 'Just remember, Callum when you're floating up and up in your bubble, that bubbles have a habit of bursting. The higher you climb, the further you have to fall...' " (Noughts & Crosses)

I paused my book as I looked ahead of me.
It had been exactly a week since I last talked to Kye on the phone. Since then we had talked maybe four times. Ending our fifth, and last phone call, on an awkward pause.

He invited me out.

I wasn't sure what to say, so I mumbled an excuse and hung up. I regretted it as soon as I did so.

He had asked me if I wanted to meet him at a new bar that had opened downtown. He said he could get a few of us in as one of his friends knew the owner. It sounded fun, and I hadn't been out properly in a while to explore so I thought why not? This was the point of moving over here. To start fresh and to adjust myself to a place I didn't know much about.

As soon as I started thinking about it more, I became nervous and froze. I'd see Kye again, since the train ride.

Don't get me wrong, I wanted to see him so bad. Especially since now we knew each other better and could talk more. But could I? The problem was there. It would be the first time we'd talk properly, and not over the phone. He would see me again. And not only that, but his friends would all be there. What if they didn't like me?

Why was I worrying so much?

I placed my head back on the metal step closest to my head as I completely placed the book to the side, feeling mesmerised by the busy streets.

Everything seemed different.

I no longer saw Kensington as my home. I was adapting, sort of.  I no longer brought back the memory of London as a whole.

It was New York. New York City.

It was no longer Rachel, James and Amy on a Friday night at the local wimpy.
It was Cole, Alexis, Kenny and Jonah at the nearby café, discussing our newly thought adventures.

It was no longer my parents taking care of me and telling me what I should do. I no longer had a guardian around. I was no longer 17.
It was me taking care of myself. I was 19.

And, It was no longer Taylor.
It was, Kye?

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10:25 AM, The next morning.

My eyes followed the pen Mr. Wilson held as he wrote on the digital board. I took small notes, the clock ticking away. For once since I had started school, I was getting carried away with my thoughts and couldn't concentrate.

The reason being that tonight was the night in which I either make the best possible 'second impression', or I completely screw it up and never see or talk to him again.

I was overthinking.

I scrambled everything into my bag as Mr. Wilson dismissed everyone, indicating the lecture was over.

As soon as I was able to, I walked towards the door through the rest of the students and tried to find my way to the main exit.

Before I could even make it, Kenny was in front of me looking slightly aggravated.

"You remembered, right? Please tell me you did." She huffed.

Remembered? Remembered what...

As if she read my mind, she quickly responded and threw her hands up, being careful with the camera hanging from the strap on her neck.

"My assignment. I need help with the writing! God, talk about reliable friends. Alexis bailed out last minute, obviously because she forgot and made plans over it and you were suppos-"