In my feelings

8. GOODBYE KISS

The arrival to the bar downtown didn't take very long since it was only a couple of minutes away from the University building.

We were already slightly late since we decided to convince Hazel to come, and she had to get ready.

The plan was that we'd meet the boys there, and after eventually finding somewhere for us all to settle down, I'd go and find Kye. I'd interact, meet his friends, have a few drinks and go back. That was simple. I could do that.

As we entered the bar, I felt myself become all jittery and anxious. I hadn't even taken a glance at myself through any reflection caught on the way, and that itself made me think the worst.

We finally settled near the open bar after shuffling through all the bodies up talking or dancing.

Kenny, Mr. Johnstone's son; better known as Levi and Jonah were already on the dance. Leaving me, Cole and Hazel. Though Cole was too busy with a girl beside him.

"So, who's this 'Kye', Kenny mentioned?" Hazel eyed me, as I mixed my drink with the straw before taking a sip and looking at her from the side.

"A friend. He doesn't go to our school, I met him randomly." I shrugged, looking back at everyone around the place. "I don't think he's here anyways."

"How'd you know? This bar is full. I haven't seen you get up and look for him once." She raised her eyebrows, slightly smiling at me.

"That's because, I don't want to look desperate. Plus, I'm not here just for him. I'm here to enjoy myself and to enjoy the atmosphere." I smiled at the last bit, seeing as the bartender got closer to where we were.

"Any more drinks ladies?"

"I'll take another one of these, please." Hazel shook her empty glass. "And she'll have the same." She grabbed my glass of cold water with lemon slices and handed it over to the bartender.

"Is that why you've been drinking water since we got here? Give me a break. I don't even know you that well and I know you're not ok just sitting here."

Sigh. I looked at Hazel, as I rolled my eyes knowing she was right. Damn, this girl was good.

"I was really nervous about today and I put so much thought into it. What really bugs me is, I don't even-" I was rambling, but it felt good to get it off my chest. "I don't know why I did. It's not like, I don't know. I don't like him like that, I couldn't! I've known him for what, a week or so?"

I felt a hand on my arm as it soothingly rubbed up and down for a little while. "Can I tell you something, and you promise to not get mad?" Hazel questioned.

"I'll attempt not to."

"I think you like him. And from the sound of it, you haven't known him too long but you're still into him. You don't know him. And that, scares you. I may not take Literature and have a life which only revolves around tragedy novels." Insulting. "But, I know what falling in love looks like."

"It can't-"

Before I could respond, I spotted the most unmistakable pair of eyes from across the room. I knew exactly who these eyes belonged to. I would know from miles away. Though I had only one chance to glance at them before, I was still mesmerised.

"He's here." My lips parted as I felt myself staring.

"Where? Go you loser, talk to him!" Ignoring the loser comment, I felt myself drift away from my conversation.

There he was. Chatting away, his eyes squinting as he laughed hard with his mates. A drink to his left was all that he held. As soon as my gaze was about to fall back to Hazel, I felt a pair of eyes fall on mine. A grin formed on his face as soon as he spotted me. He whispered something to his friends, patting their shoulders as he walked towards me.