Last First Kiss

Chapter One

'This is ridiculous' I sighed, shoving my laptop to one side. I'd been scrolling through google images for almost an hour now, trying to find some inspiration for my art project. I'd chosen Art at college not knowing that there was a crap load of work to be in done. It didn't exactly come with a leaflet saying 'this course requires that you stalk google images for hours' I threw my laptop aside after closing its lid and fell on to my back, phone in hand.

How's the work going, babe? ;) - D

I rolled my eyes. 

Me and Declan had been dating for just over six months. Honestly, though? I was so sick of him. He had bad issues. Mentally. The only reason we were dating was because his dad was friends with my dad. My dad thought Declan could help me with my art course, turns out, he was only interested in kissing me and showing me off to his stupid mates. Clearly, he didn't know how to treat girls properly. I  deleted the text and closed my eyes, laying back on my pillow.

'Bea! Dinner's ready!' I heard my mum's shriek echo up the wooden stairs. I placed my hands over my eyes. 

'Beatrice!' I cringed slightly at the name my mum had cruelly christened me in memory of her great grandmother. Ever since I was old enough to realize how embarrassing that name was, I shortened it to a more modern, bouncier name. Bea. 

'I'm coming!' I pulled my hands from my face and trudged down the stairs, scowling at my feet that were covered in pale pink, fluffy slipper socks.

'What took you so long?' My father asked when I sat in front of a large plate of lasagna. 

'Art project.' I mumbled, shoving a piece of the pasta into my mouth.

'It's still not done'

'Nope.'

'I thought Declan was helping you?' My mum chipped in as her fork cascaded with the plate and it pierced the cheesy layer on top.

'Ugh, yeah. It's still difficult though.' I scooped the last piece into my mouth and slammed down my cutlery on to the pine table.

'Can I be excused?'

'Sure where are you going?' My dad looked up from his meal to stare at me with his bright eyes.

'Out with my friends. I'll see you late tonight, okay?' I smashed the plate into the sink and ran up the stairs. I shoved my feet into my UGGs and pulled on my leather jacket. After applying some mascara, I grabbed my phone, stumbled down the stairs and walked out the front door. Immediately, I sent two texts to my two best friends, Hannah and Angie.

Meet me at starbucks now? Bored :( xxx 

I stood at the bus stop, cold and shivering. Suddenly, I felt my phone buzz. It was a text from Angie.

I'm out at a restaurant with my family, sorry :( xxx

I sighed out. At least Hannah would be there. The bus took almost fifteen minutes but soon enough I saw the large bus slide round the corner and stop directly in front of me.

'Hop on, love' The bus driver announced, giving me comforting smile. I pushed up my nose in disgust at the moudly city bus and ignored the bus driver. I sensed his frowning eyes scarring my back so I quickly ran to the back of the bus after shooting my bus pass in his line of sight, blocking the daggers he shot at me. 

Just as I sat down, my phone buzzed in my frosty hands, sending a shiver up my spine. There was a text from Hannah.

You should have text me earlier! I just made plans to see a movie with my Dad! xx

I pressed an desperate message back as the old bus started moving up town.

Please Hannah! Cancel! Angie's not coming either and i'm sat on a smelly bus, heading to Starbucks all on my own! xx

Sorry, babe. Maybe tomorrow? Text me two hours before! Minimum! xx

I slammed my phone into my pocket and trudged off the bus in a sulk, not caring who looked at me. My UGGs were beginning to get incredibly uncomfortable as the puddles beneath me fell into them. I couldn't get back on the bus, so I made my way to Starbucks, sighing as I went.

I walked up to the counter and ordered a grande frappicino with extra whipped cream. I took my drink then walked towards one of the comfy chairs, but as I did, I felt my feet buckle under me as I placed my right foot on slippy puddle on the floor. I was about to cry out but then I felt soft hands grab my waist and I was propped up again, my drink completely unharmed.

Still being annoyed at my friends for not cancelling their plans to come sit with me in my hour of boredom, I whipped my body round my yell at my mysterious savior.

'Didn't your mum ever tell you to keep your hands off people you don't know!?' I shot my head up as he was a few inches taller than me and the most amazing eyes shone down at me. The dirty blonde haired boy, bared a smile at me, braces glittering under the few lights that hung down from the Starbucks ceiling. 

'Sorry' The boy whispered, still smiling at me.