I didn't finish the [useless] book-report but as I didn't almost touch that little annoying book today, I thought I could write a little bit. It's my family fault anyway, they came to visit, I couldn't read :D
Enjoy and review, even if you think this is crap, seriously.
Thanks to Holly360 for the support :)
I was getting impatient. I had my hands on my coat's pockets and from time to time, I rushed my fingers through my hair, something I did when I became nervous. 'This is stupid' I though 'I am stupid' She wasn't going to come after what I did to her, she probably didn't even receive the letter. And if she did, she wouldn't come anyway; she was in France and she wouldn't waist her time and her money in the boy who turned her down the most. Emma wasn't going to show up.
But I still was here, waiting for her, as I usually did; she always used to arrive late everywhere, I was hoping this time she was only arriving late as usual.
I looked at the little tower in the middle of the lake; it had a clock in the middle. It was already 2p.m. I'd written in the letter 'be there before lunch time'. Well, this wasn't lunch time anymore, she wasn't going to come. I sighed, I was really disappointed, my biggest desire right now was to see her at least one more time… But this was my last hope to see her again and well… She wasn't coming…
I turned and started to walk toward the street, I was going to my house to eat pizza because I was starving.
I was looking down at my shoes when I bumped into a pretty girl.
"Sorry" I said as I looked up.
"Oh… It's you"
I stared at her, completely shocked. The words 'I wonder what Emma will look in 6 years, she's growing up fast, I bet she'll look great' crossed my mind immediately. She didn't look great, she looked unbelievable. Her long blond hair seemed darker now, but it was still beautiful and curl at the end, her grey eyes looked fierce, as usual, she was as tall as me and it was obvious that she has hiding some really nice curves under her coat. She was wearing dark jeans, a black coat and a very cool grey scarf. She had never paid attention to her clothes before, but she was looking awesome now. She looked like the coolest badass girl in the whole planet.
She didn't look happy to see me, she seemed angry and I was shocked she was even there after all.
"You came" I smiled.
She didn't say anything. She buried her hands in her pockets and gave me that intimidating look she used in the people she didn't like.
"Don't give me the I-don't-like-you look!" I said hurt.
"Why shouldn't I? I don't"
"I know you must ate me, but I'm terribly sorry about that happened"
"Oh, I'm sure you are" she said with an ironic tone "I'm sure your conscience was really bothering you while you were surrounded by horny girls and money"
"I was 15, Emma, I was stupid and the band was keeping me really busy. I was young, I'm sorry"
"Well, I was young too! You don't know how unbearable school became after you left! You were my only friend and yet the one who disappointed me the most. Friends don't do that, Dougie!"
"I want to make it up to you, really. Can we give it one more try?"
"I don't know, Dougie, I can not trust you"
"But you came here… You came! I wouldn't have come if you hated me as much as I thought you did"
"Let's make this clear; I do hate you"
"Thanks"
"You are welcome"
She took a big breath. "Can we sit?"
She closed her eyes and opened them some seconds later. She looked tired for a second, but then her fierce look came back. She didn't even wait to me to answer, she just walked toward a bench and sat down. I sat next to her while I stared at her sudden beauty, waiting for anything to happen.
"Did you have lunch?" I said after two minutes of silence.
"No"
"Are you hungry?"
She hesitated "Not really"
Silence again. I remembered how we used to spend half the day of even more time together almost everyday and now were in silence while we should be telling each other everything about this last 6 years.
"So…" I said "Where did you move?"
"France"
"Yes, but where exactly?"
"Why do you want to know?"
"Just answer the question, Emma"
"Paris"
"Wow, that's cool, I've never been to Paris. Maybe I can go to visit you some day"
"Who says I will let you?" she raced an eyebrow. I didn't feel we were friends anymore and, well, I kind of didn't deserve it anyway.
I sighed and stood up. She looked at me, confused.
"I'm leaving" I said as I put my hands in my pockets.
"Why?"
"Are seriously asking me that? Don't you hear yourself when you talk to me?"
She sighed "I'm sorry, alright? It's just not easy for me to forgive you. You hurt me, Dougie…"
I sat by her side again and put an arm around her "I know, but I'm sorry, I really am. Let's not waist more time"
She put her hair on my shoulder and I secretly smiled.
"So what have you been up to?" I asked her "What did you do after you moved to France?"
"Well, my father got pretty rich with his new job. He tried to give me a job there, you know, as a lawyer, but that's not what I wanted. I've finished school there and then learned to do different things"
"Like what?"
"Like playing the guitar, driving, swimming, painting…"
"You didn't know how to swim?"
"No, any problem with that, Poynter? I bet I can still kick your ass"
I laughed "I don't think so… Still no boyfriends?"
"Of course I had a boyfriend" she smiled.
The feeling I got surprised me; first disappointment, then jealousy. I'd never been there for her the first time she kissed a boy or the first time she dated a guy and that made me insecure. Had she dated jerks? Had they hurt her? Had they treated her as well as she deserved?
"You had a boyfriend?"
"You sound surprise"
"I don't know, you are still 15 in my head"
"And what, 15 years old girls can't have a boyfriend?"
"Not you"
She laughed.
"Well, I did have a boyfriend; two actually. I dated one guy for a couple of months and then another one for about one year… We broke up a couple of months ago actually"
"Did you…?" I couldn't finish the questions, they words were floating in my mind but my mouth seemed dry the moment I tried to speak. The possibility of that situation made me angry, though I knew it was absolutely possible.
"Did I what?"
"Did you… You know what… With him?"
She laughed "What's wrong, Poynter, you got suddenly shy?"
"Did you?" I insisted, I was glad she wasn't looking at me, I was sure I was blushing, though I didn't know why.
"Yes, of course, what did you expect? I'm 21, I wasn't going to wait for you"
"I never said you would"
"Then why did you get so… Weird?"
"Because it's weird… Did he take good care of you?"
"What does it matter?" she almost sighed.
"He didn't?"
"Kind of… I don't blame him for leaving me anyway"
"He left you?" What a jerk! "Well, he's the biggest jerk ever"
"Aww, that's sweet, but remember that's you. So he can be the second biggest jerk ever" she smiled. She looked so damn pretty. I wondered why that guy had left her, I would have never left her… Well, I did but… Whatever! You know what I mean!
When we were kids, everyone at school had always made fun of us because we were always together, everyone seemed to think that sooner or later we would end up together. Even my mum asked me once if we were together! I was stupid at that age, seriously dumb, I'd never thought of her in that way but I started to wonder what would had happened if I had never left Corringham… And now, 6 years later, I started to see her differently; I didn't know if the distance was the reason, or her sudden change; she'd always been pretty, but not so unbelievably beautiful… Or maybe the fact that someone else had been under the covers of her bed with her was bothering me deeply, it was as if I had a button in my head; whenever you pushed it, I would turn incredibly protective of her, as I once used to be.
Well, whatever the reason was, I was suddenly uncomfortable as all things crossed my mind. Suddenly the pretty girl who once ran next to me on the gym class, was something more than just my old best-friend. I felt confused, I didn't know what was going on with me or my feelings, but I decided it wasn't time to pay attention to that; she was back in my life and there was no time to waist.
She looked up at me. "Are you alright?"
I smiled "I'm perfectly fine"
