Taylor.

Chapter 2

Princeton

"I'm not in love! I just met her!" I reply, for the twenty seventh time. "Maybe he's not," Prod gives in.

"Of course he is," Roc says, as he grabs a seat next to me, spinning it and sitting in it backwards. "But the only problem is, she's mine." I roll my eyes and move over. Did he really have to ruin my lunch too? "No she's not," I mention, swirling my dry mashed potatoes with the spork. "No who's not?" A voice behind me asks. My eyes go wide as I slowly realize who it was. Shit, shit, shit... Ray slowly leans over the table not taking his eyes off the person behind me. "She is gorgeous..." He whispers, before sitting back in his seat, awkwardly. "Huh?" She asks. Prod clears his throat and shifts in his chair. I was just about to turn around and ask her if me and her can sit somewhere else but Roc stands up. "Hey Taylor. Here, take my seat," He says kindly, scaring me a bit. I've never heard him speak to anyone that nicely. "Whatever," She says, sitting down next to me and pushing her food to the side. She looks at me with her eyebrows furrowed. "Uh, Prince? Are you okay?" She asks lifting some of my curls so she can see me face clearer. I lift my head slowly, trying to contain myself. She was really really pretty and the closer she got the more I'd freak out. "I- um- I-I-I... I need to go to the bathroom," I say quickly before getting up and running through the white double doors of the cafeteria, I run to the nearest garbage and puke.

Why am I acting like this? Because of a girl... I lean up against the wall and slide down to the floor. I run my hands though my hair, frustratedly. I don't even know her.

Taylor

I walk out the double doors and see Princeton on the floor next to the garbage. He seemed really flustered. Because of me?

He looks up and sighs. "I'm really really sorry," He apologizes. I kneel down to his level and try to think of something to say. "Am I that ugly?" I joke. "N-No..." He says slowly. I sigh. "Then why are you so weird around me?" I ask, looking at his rosey cheeks. He was embarrassed about something. Times like these I wish I could be a Reader. It'll be much more easier to just read his mind. He looks down again. He looked like he was thinking of something to say so I kept my mouth shut for him to speak. "I'm- Uh... I'm ... I get k-kinda, n-nervous a-a-around girls... l-l-like y-you..." He stutters. "Uh... girls like me?" I ask, questioningly. He nods. "P-Pretty," He said as his cheeks went from pink to a really deep shade of red.

I smile and sit next to him. "Want me to ask Ms.Johnson to put me with another partner?" I ask. If I'm making him this nervous, I'll change. Even though I think he's the only decent/normal one in the class. 

"No," He answers. I turn, facing towards him now. "So, the only other resolution is that I become boy. Because by all means, I could do that. I could just steal my brothers old clothes, cut off all my hair, have a small surgery and-" I say, stoping as I hear him let out a small laugh. "Finally!" I cheer loudly, exaggerating the entire situation. "I finally made you laugh, geez!"

He smiles at me. "Ok," I say, sitting up straighter. "You wana see something cool?" I ask. He reluctantly nods. I take a pencil out of my book bag and place the eraser part on my forehead. "Ready?" I smile. He nods again. I slowly change it into a unicorn horn, right on the top of my forehead.

We burst out laughing as I let out a little yelp when I touch the sharp tip. I could only imagine what he was thinking of me right now.

As we slowly regained our breath and posture, our laughter ceased. I made the horn disappear and my pencil fell right into my hands. "Cool right?" I smile. "Yeah," He agrees.

We became silent for a couple of seconds before he spoke again. "How do you do that? That magic stuff? I wish I could do that... but I'm just some stupid watcher," He speaks bashfully. "Your a watcher?" I ask, my  eyes glistening with excitement. "Yeah," He says looking at me weirdly. "I love watchers! My bestfriend was a watcher, she'd have this book and she'd draw as she was having a vision, so she'd picture it clearer. It was really amazing to watch-" "I hate my visions," He cuts me off, glumly. I furrow my eyebrows as he continues. "I wish they'd just go away. When ever I have have them my head aches for hours. Besides-- I don't even understand what's happening in most of them," He said cheerlessly. "I could help you understand," I say shifting directly in front of him and taking both his hands in mine. He looks at me nervously. I let go.

"Sorry," I mumble. "N-No, umm.. it's okay," He says reaching his arms back out. I slowly held his hands and told him to close his eyes. He was hesitant at first but he soon did it. "Okay so, think about the future, and what you think is gonna happen. Almost as if it actually is," I say softly, trying to get him to let loose and concentrate.

He was calm at first, until the vision began. He let go of my hands and grabbed his head screaming. My eyes widened. "Oh my god, what's wrong?" I ask him hurriedly. His eyes open. "I-I had a vision.." He said faintly as he rubbed the side of his head.

"Are you okay? Princeton I'm really really sorry," I say apologetically. I don't know what I did, but I didn't mean to... "It's not your fault... This always happens when I get a vision. Sometimes it's bad and other times it's really bad. But it's okay," He pauses, rubbing his head. "I'm used to it..." He said, reassuringly.

I let out a huge breath. I would have felt so bad if I made this poor boy hurt like that. "So... What happened? Ya know, in the vision?" I ask, after a while of staring at him constantly rubbing his temples. He looked at me with a confused face. "Me and you... we, we were... t-together," He said nervously. I clear my throat quietly and waited a while before speaking. "Um- Uh, what were we doing?" I ask warily. He looks down, as if trying to figure something out. "W-W-We were um- w-we... were fighting, I think." He choked out.

I wanted to ask if him he's sure but, he seemed pretty clear about what he saw to me. So I just sat there. "Who won?" I smile after a few minutes. He slowly shrugged, like he was still in deep thought.

But honestly... Why would we fight?

It wasn't long until Roc bursts through the doors. "Hey guys," He says, before squishing his self in between us. I took that as an opportunity to get up and leave. I really don't want to be accompanied by, Roc. I scoff at the thought of his name. How could a sweet boy like Prince be friends with a jerk like... Roc?