A Year To Remember

Chapter 5: Eric

A/N: Kathryn McNamara as Rose

O.K this chapter isn't as long but a change and a preview of the rest of the story format. There will be more than one POV's but comment below if Cam should have a chapter for himself like Eric did in this one. ;)

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Eric's POV

"I'm really going to miss you Eric, why do you have to leave?"

"Its gonna be okay. I'm only gonna be there for the semester."

"But I'm really gonna miss you." The girl in front of me protested.

"I know, I'm gonna miss you too, but the whole time I'm there, I'll be thinking of you always Rose."

"Promise?" Rose inquired.

"Promise." I said lightly kissing the tip of her nose.

She pulled the collar of my shirt, and kissed me. I hugged her tightly and willingly kissed her back. After a while, she pulled away and asked, "Eric, would you please tell me what I'm talking about?"

"What do you mean?" I said, confused.

"I mean, why aren't you paying attention."

I snapped out of my dream and saw everyone staring at me. Girls were giggling, of course. I looked at my French teacher who was very irritated. Right, there was this thing called school.

"I'm sorry for falling asleep in class Ms. Lydia, but Mr. Robinson made us work our butts off in PE so I'm just really tired." I lied smoothly.

She seemed convinced enough.

"Okay, but next time please try to stay awake Eric, I can't allow this kind of thing to happened, but since it's the first day, I'll let it slip because I know Robinson likes torturing his students on the first day. He says it's entertaining."

"Alright." I winked. I've been thinking about Rose non-stop since I got here. With her long, flowy red hair and her bright golden brown eyes. She had a perfect creamy complexion and a beautiful smile that got me every time.

I constantly see those eyes full of hurt when she broke up with me because of some stupid overly-flirty cheerleader. I could always see the sparkly tears roll down her face. That image haunted my dreams and memories night after night. She was the first and only girl I ever cared for. And the last one. After the breakup, I never hated anyone as much as I hated myself. It was all my fault. A moment of weakness, and everything came crashing down.

No no no, I told myself, you have to let go of her Eric. She wasn't meant for you. She moved on, can't you do the same? That was the question I had been asking myself for months, would I ever really be able to completely forget her?

I tried, and from that day, I discovered it was better to play games. I know I shouldn't do that, but I just can't risk the pain.

I decided to pay attention the rest of the class, but it was just so boring. There was this guy who I noticed staring daggers at me. I didn't know him, but he was just probably another jealous guy mad I get all the girls attention. It's not my fault I'm to hot to resist. One word with my accent and girls will just fall over me, except for Bex... Which was interesting about her. I smirked at the guy and continued listening.

After what felt like hours, the bell rang. Yes I can finally go home. Well not exactly my home. I put my books in my bag and picked up my binder. I was just walking to the door about to look for Bex, when the guy from class before stopped me.

I looked around, we were the only ones in the room, I knew this wasn't going to be pretty, "you better listen up, pretty boy cause I'm only gonna say this once."

I smirked, "You think I'm pretty."

The guy scowled, "Whatever, just back off from Carper, she's mine got that? Don't get close to her or trust me, I will spoil that annoying little face of yours." He said trying to sound threatening, but I've been through enough threats to know this one was hollow.

"Yeah sure French guy, but I don't think I could really do that if she's the one getting close to me."

"Dream on man, she told me she really hates you," the guy was about to leave when he turned around, "Oh and just saying, you wouldn't survive long here. I know a lot of guys who would just love to beat that perfect face of yours. Just a warning, Carper is one fine lady Kingston." He snickered and walked out.

I didn't really care if the guys here liked me or not, I was only gonna be here for the semester then back to London I go. Might as well cause some trouble while I'm here. I was jogging down stairs when I bumped into someone, "Sorry," I mumbled looking up.

I knocked that flirty girl from Mr. Hartsock's class over. She was on the floor and her stuff was every where, "Oh i'm so sorry I didn't see where I was looking."

I apologized helping her up. "Oww!" She yelled falling back down. I must have been walking really fast if the girl-Catherine, I think- can't even stand up, she might have twisted her ankle. I'm so stupid I thought as I picked up her stuff. I picked Catherine up bridal style, "Here, I'll carry you to the nurse's office, I'm so sorry."

"It's okay, I could walkish. I could lean on you, you don't have to carry me though. It was me who wasn't paying attention to where I was walking, I had so much in my mind today, I'm so sorry."

I put her down and let her lean on me, most girls would've gladly excepted me carrying them to the nurse, but Catherine was different, "No, I feel awful, I was in a rush and wasn't looking. Let's go."

Catherine slightly blushed as she pressed her weight on me and we started walking. We were getting close to the office when Catherine grabbed my collar, and kissed me, just like in my dream.

I was shocked for a moment, yet, I felt something in that kiss. Once I was aware of what was happening, I kissed her back. I felt her smile and then pull away. She looked flush and embarrassed, "I'm sorry, it was kind of like a thank you. I think I'm fine now."

I smiled, "It's okay, I really enjoyed that."

"Cool," she smiled flirtatiously, "well, see you tomorrow." She waved. I did a small wave and turned around shocked to see Bex standing there casually crunching on a bag of chips. Did she see the whole thing? I wondered.

I had a feeling she did, or at least the kissing part, but if she cared at all she didn't show it. She just turned around and said awkwardly, "Mr. Miller is waiting at the car. Shouldn't we like, go?" She asked.

"Yes, we should, so Bex lead the way." I said grinning. If she could forget about it that fast then so could I.