The Boy In Red~#wattys2015~

"Hi babe."

I walk up the silver stairs and look at the navy blue name tag. Xavier it says.

"Your boarding pass please?" A deep voice asks.

I look up to see it coming from the tall brunette, Xavier. I pass my boarding pass to him and give him a frank smile. He hands it back to me and I walk down the aisle to my seat 12A.I take my seat by the window and hand my purple suitcase to my mum's friend. I look out the window and wait for take-off. When we're finally in the vast expanse of darkness, my eyes close themselves from tiredness.

Jake's face appears as soon as my eyes close. His blonde hair looks perfect swept over to one side, his eyes an amazing blue and his jaw line sharp. But what looks the best are his lips: soft, pink and plump. I can't wait to have those lips on mine. I can't wait to see Jake. I can't wait to see my boyfriend. My mind drifts back to the day he asked me out. It was perfect.

He took me to the beach and we walked together in the sunset. He knows I love the beach and I always have. When we stood face to face he asked me, "Will you do the honour of being my girlfriend?"

I smiled and looked into his eyes. I thought if that's what I really wanted. My heart said yes but my head said no. There was this guy I kept seeing on the bus that was perfect. He was so hot but I didn't really know him. We made eye contact and looked at each other frequently but I had a 6 year old crush on Jake. I whispered, "Yes." And for the rest of the evening we talked and made out.

For the rest of the flight I sleep, dreaming of Jake. Before I knew it we were landing and I was on my way home. My auntie picked me up from the airport and we talked about school and various other things but I couldn't stop thinking about Jake. It's been so long since I've seen him. He lives over 900 miles away and with me only going to Poland for Easter and the summer holidays (sometimes Christmas) I didn't see him often. I knew it was going to be hard but I didn't expect it to be this hard.

I called him every day but I knew that nothing I could do would eliminate the chance of him cheating on me. That was always in the back of my mind every time I talked about him, messaged him or called him. I was jealous and wanted everyone to know that he was mine but that would never happen because of the distance. Who wouldn't throw themselves at a fit, blonde footballer?

Relationships are based on trust and I did trust him but not fully. I mean there was no guarantee that he wouldn't cheat on me. I guess I always expected it to happen, that's why I never took anything he said to heart because if I did, I would have a breakdown if he cheated on me. I've had a crush on him for about 6 years. Maybe even more. Naturally I was ecstatic when he asked me out but I always expected him to be a jerk.

We finally reach home and I walk upstairs to go to sleep. As soon as my head touches the pillow I fall asleep. I don't dream anything that night but as soon as I wake up I think about Jake. I was now only a two minute walk away from him. i jump out of bed and get dressed. I gulp down my breakfast and leave the house.

As I walk to his house I fix my hair and make sure I look perfect. I'm seeing him for the first time in months. I walk up the stairs and ring the doorbell. He answers the door and I throw my arms around his neck, as I do so I notice his hair is ruffled but not in a 'i just woke up' kind of way. It's more of like a 'I had a wild night' ruffle. He picks me up and twirls me around. When he puts me down he kisses me with so much passion. His lips brush against mine with his hands on my hips. We stood there making out for a long time. It could have been hours even years.

We break apart and I whisper, "Hi."

He says, "Hi babe. I've missed you." Don't get me wrong, I love it when he calls me babe but the way he says it makes me cringe.

"I don't know how you made it 6 months without cheating on me. I mean I'm sure girls throw themselves at you all the time just like I did right now." Why did I say this? I needed to prove to myself that he wasn't who I thought he was.

Silence.

"I knew it." I start walking away but he grabs my wrist. He pulls me around but I don't want to look at him.

He starts talking, "Listen Jen."

But I cut him off, "Don't you dare talk to me ever again. I don't want to ever see you. Do you understand? I'm not going to take your shit anymore. I'm not going to listen to some excuse. I don't know what I was thinking when I agreed to go out with you Jake." I spit out his name and walk away.

I can hear him calling after me, "Jen! Jen! Wait! Please."

I show him the middle finger and carry on walking. From this day on, Jake Cavanaugh is dead to me.

A/N:Hi,guys.I hope you liked this chapter. I'm new on Wattpad and this is my first book. I've made a lot of changes but i'm happy with it now. More will become revealed throughout the book about Jake and the mysterious Samuel.

Thanks for reading. :)