At Cambridge

A lot of things happened while I was at Cambridge. There were way too many thoughts and feelings and events and to simply note down, so I guess I'll tell the whole story. That's the only way it's going to make sense.
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7. Seven

Right before I fell asleep, Junie texted me asking me if I would ring her in the morning. I wake up early, excited to speak to her. I haven't really had a proper conversation with her since I got here, I've mainly just been speaking to my parents on the phone. I leave it for as long as possible, not wanting to wake Lucy up but she shows no sign of waking up so I get ready and walk around the campus as I call Junie.

"Hello?" she mumbles, sleepily.

"Did I wake you?" I ask, glancing at the my phone. It's only seven, maybe I am calling a little early.

"No." she says, although I obviously did. "No, I'm glad you called!"

I laugh. "What's up?"

"I just felt like talking. I want to know what it's like there." she says eagerly. I can almost see her putting me on speaker phone as she makes her bed and starts getting ready for school, collecting all of the eyeliner and bronzer and shimmery powders she needs to make herself look like a fairy like she always so perfectly does.

"It's good. The subjects are still interesting so far, the people are nice. Well, my roommate isn't but oh well." I whisper the next part down the phone and she giggles.

"What about your teachers?" she asks. "Do they hate you?"

"I only have one teacher." I smile to myself. "I don't think he hates me."

She pauses and then gasps. "You fancy him!"

"No!" I protest, honestly.

"Yes, you do!" she laughs.

"No, I really don't." I laugh too. "Junie, I don't. Don't go saying things like that to Mum and Dad. Honestly, he's nice and funny and stuff, I guess, but that's it."

She giggles. "Alright, whatever."

"How are things over there?" I ask.

"They're okay." she says. "It's a bit quiet without you, Mum and Dad seem to miss you but I'm sure we'll all get used to it."

"You will." I promise her. "It'll just seem normal soon."

"I hope so." she says. "I'd better get my stuff ready for school. Have a nice day, say hi to that teacher of yours for me."

I laugh. "Junie, I don't like him like that. Speak to you soon."

"Bye." she. says, happily and hangs up the phone.

"Who don't you like like that?" Edward asks and I realise he's been sat next to me for a while.

I gasp, jumping backwards. "Oh my god! Seriously? How long have you been sat there?" I am praying that he didn't hear the whole thing about him being funny and nice.

He laughs. "I just caught the part about it seeming normal soon and you not liking somebody like that."

"Oh it's just some guy I went out with for a while in sixth form. He was in my English class. His little sister is friends with mine and apparently he asked about me." I say. That's not a complete lie, other than the part where he asked about me.

"Is that a good or a bad thing?"

I shrug, smiling a little. "Bad, I guess. He was was weird. He kept writing me these poems about how 'every inch of his being was burning for me' and stuff like that." I wish I could say that wasn't true.

Edward bursts out laughing. "Oh my god. I can just imagine the kind of relationship you had. Staying up until the early hours of the morning on the phone talking about The Great Gatsby and other great novels."

"Oh we did." I nod, smiling and pretending to get nostalgic. "And he'd read me a new poem every night. It was wonderful."

He laughs again, shaking his head. "Sounds it. Why are you out so early anyway? Roommate?"


"You wanna come sit in the lecture hall?" he suggests and then grins. "I'm gonna be working on the PowerPoint for today. You'll get a sneak peek."

"I want to do nothing less but I have nowhere else to go so sure." I joke.

I sit in the front row, doodling in my notebook and he sits at his desk, sorting through his presentation. We're not talking because it doesn't really feel like we need to be but at the same time, it's nice for us to be in each other's company. It's very comfortable and I like that.

"What time does today's lecture start?" he asks.

"Nine." I tell him, not looking up from my notebook.

"Thanks." he says back.

We sit in the quiet like that for the next hour or so as he works and I draw and read, he'll occasionally say something to me and I'll reply or the other way around and we're just comfortable to have each other there and I like that. And maybe I lied a little bit to Junie on the phone this morning about how I feel about him but I'm trying not to think that through too much.

"Hey." he says just a little while before nine, getting up from his desk. "I'm gonna go and get some coffee, do you want anything?"

I glance in my bag to see if I brought money with me and I didn't. I smile at him. "No thanks."

He smiles back and leaves. He comes back a short while later with two cup of coffee and hands me one, sitting next to me.

"You didn't have to-"

"It's no problem." he waves it off. "How was your first week anyway? I've been meaning to ask. Are you finding it okay here?"

"It's good." I smile. "I mean, apart from your lectures which really are the most boring things I've ever sat through-"

"Shut up. You're the worst student I've ever had."

"You've been teaching for like five minutes."

"I've been teaching for six months."

"And I've been knitting for six months, that doesn't mean I'm any good at it."

His mouth quirks into a smile and he turns to look at me, eyebrows raised. "You knit?"

"Shut up." I laugh, nudging him and he nudges me back.

"I'm gonna go set up the presentation. For all of the students who actually care."

I just laugh and he grins at me. I look down at my coffee cup and see what name he's gotten them to write on it:

Daisy (Fay/Buchanan)

I laugh to myself. They're the last names of Daisy from The Great Gatsby. I look up and he's seen me laughing. He grins back at me and then back at his computer. I think I definitely lied to Junie on the phone this morning.

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