The Ex List-Chapter 3
The Sweetheart
This chap will include a little background, new friends will be introduced, and she goes in search of her next guy-Mike Newton. Enjoy!
I woke with a start.
I had fallen asleep on my sofa last night. Stretching, I checked watch and cursed. It was nearly 8:00. I needed to get to the school.
As I warily got up, something fell to the floor, and it reminded me of the unfortunate events that took place yesterday.
I picked up the notebook and inspected my list-still a long one at that-and read over the next name:
Mike Newton-my high-school boyfriend. We were high school sweethearts from freshman until junior year. We broke up when I caught him with his arm around another girl-well, not so much broke up, just ignored for the rest of my high school career.
He worked at the school, so he shouldn't be too hard to find.
I gathered all my things and stuffed them into my bag before going to change.
But there was a pit of doubt that Mike was the one. He sure wasn't when I last saw him.
Oh well, I thought, worth a shot, I thought to myself.
"Good day, everyone!" I shouted after my 8th hour class as they scrambled out the door. I wanted to find Mike as soon as I could.
I slipped through the crowds of teenagers. Mostly, I recognized them, because they had me for chemistry.
I glided through the hallways, but when I neared room 119, I slowed. I hadn't talked to him in years, even on the rare occasion we'd see each other in a conference or faculty meeting. I took a deep breath and peered into the doorway.
The room was empty, except for a student speaking with Mike. I waited for a few minutes, until the boy left, then sighing, I knocked on the door.
His head shot up, and I found myself staring deep into his genuine blue eyes. The memories flooded back...
...The beach in mid-summer. I am sitting in his lap, watching the sunset. After the final hint of purple light disappears under the waves, I turn and push his back to the sand, pressing my lips firmly to his.
...The school bell rings. I prance out of my final class, just as Mike swoops me into his arms. I scream and squirm, so he let's me down. I look into his eyes and peck him on the lips.
...I duck into the car, him in the driver's seat. He steps on the gas and the Beemer lurches forward and rolls down the driveway. I laugh as he wraps his arm around my neck and pulls me closer.
Mike's mouth drops open and he stands up from the desk, coming closer. "Es-Esme! What are you doing here? Oh my god, I haven't seen you in...what? 9 years?" He hugs me briefly.
I bite my lip, and smile as best as I could. "Uh, Mike...we need to...talk."
He stepped away. "Sure, sure."
"Mike, what happened in high school...what happened?" I asked.
He frowned. "You never gave me the chance to explain. What you saw...that was my cousin-Jessica."
It was my turn to stare. "Wha-what? Oh my god, OH MY GOD! I'm so sorry, Mike. I didn't know, oh, I'm so...shit!" I shouted.
He blushed. "Esme...what do you say...if...we gave...us...another chance. We could forget the past, Esme Forever."
I gasped. He looked at me with a hopeful expression.
"Well..." I hesitated.
Mike opened the jeep door for me, and I giggled as he bowed.
We strolled along the boardwalk, talking, catching up, remembering. I giggled when he pitched stones at pigeons. He laughed when I stumbled or stepped in a puddle. Just like old times.
Around 8, Mike dropped me off at home. I shut the door behind me and collapsed onto the couch. The phone rang. I cursed, and managed to crawl to it.
"You got Esme," I announced into it. Then a masculine voice spoke up.
"Hey," he said. I rolled my eyes.
"What do you want, Carlisle?" I asked impatiently. He whistled and I scowled.
"Hold your shit, babe. All I did was call," he said smoothly. Sure he was my best friend, but he could be an ass sometimes. Whatever spell he put over me in first grade sure as hell wasn't there now. Especially when he left. I was ready to go off, ready to cuss him out, to hang up, to...to... I don't know. But he can't ruin my good day with his mouth getting in the way.
"Shut the hell up! Okay?" I cursed some more until he cut me off.
"Hmm...short fuse today, huh? Esme-do you want to do something tonight, okay? I just got back. That's what I wanted to know." he admitted.
I thought for a minute. "Where?"
There was silence. "Maybe Mario's, or something? Why?"
Pizza sounded good, because I hadn't eaten since lunch. "I'll be ready," I hung up to await his arrival.
(Shrug) I hope this did it-I know Mike isn't the perfect high school sweetheart for Esme, but I wanted to get him out of the way. I hope I can update soon!