Nina POV

The next morning I woke up at 8 AM and studied some more for my Egyptian Gods and Goddesses test at 10.

The weirdest thing happened.

I was able to concentrate. The information was sticking. I was successfully studying for the first time all year!

It's really weird that I could concentrate on ancient Egyptian gods considering Fabian, my long lost boyfriend, whom I kissed many times yesterday, was in this very building.

The old Nina is back.

The old Nina who loves school and learning and studying, and doesn't break up with cute English boyfriends via letter.

I've missed her.

Not that I need Fabian to be my boyfriend to be able to function or anything, I'm not that needy. But I needed to apologise for how I left England. I needed to stop living in the past and asking myself what if. I needed to move on.

Now I can.

In two hours I have studied everything that I wasn't able to study yesterday in six hours. I walked into the exam hall and was able to answer every question.

Maybe I didn't get 100% , but I'm feeling good about it.

It was 11.30 by the time I left the exam hall and Fabian's test didn't finish until 12.30. I was itching to meet him again but I knew I couldn't call him right after his test. I can't be that clingy.

So I went back to my room to kill some time. I went on my laptop and checked my profile.

Something was wrong.

Something had been wrong for a long time, but I only just figured out what the problem was.

Fabian wasn't the only person from Anubis that I missed. I decided to do a possibly reckless thing.

I friended all the Anubis gang on Facebook again.

I looked up Patricia, Eddie, Alfie, Joy, Jerome, Mick and after a moment's consideration, Mara. Was it awkward considering she's Fabian kinda ex? Probably. But we were friends first. So I sent a friend request to her too.

And last, but certainly not least, I looked up Amber. I looked at her amazing photos of New York from last year and Milan from this year. I read her funny and Amber-like captions and her surprisingly mature and informative fashion blogs.

I needed my best friend back.

But did she need me?

I still had her number on my phone. Who knows if this was even still her number? She's probably gotten a new phone and changed the number. My finger hovered over the call button for a few seconds while I attempted to convince myself that I shouldn't do it. I shouldn't press that button. She probably wouldn't want to hear from me. I just left, without saying goodbye, without even a letter for her.

But of course, because I'm a sucker for self-inflicted suffering, I did it. I called her.

As the phone beeped in my ear, I tried to decide if I wanted her to pick up or not.

I didn't have time to finish that thought because a familiar voice spoke into my ear.

"Nina?"

I forgot about caller ID.

But wait.

That means she still has my number in her phone.

What does that mean?

"Hey Amber, it's me."

"Oh my God! Nina!"