Headlights - New Hope Club Book 1 (Reece Bibby)

Nine

"I still get crazy every time I hear your name" - Meghan Trainor

Reece's POV

I don't know what I had been thinking when I first saw her, in that striped blouse and tight skinny jeans. My brain had been empty, doing nothing but saying oh shit over and over again.

She had looked gorgeous. Her hair wasn't collarbone length anymore, it didn't even touch her shoulders. And she had dyed it in a light blonde, almost white colour. She had was wearing bright red lipstick that stood up from her fair skin colour.

She had looked a bit like an angel to be fair.

I hadn't realised how much I had missed her until I had seen her. It wasn't because she looked beautiful as ever but she looked so grown up. It had only been a year and a half since I had last seen her but it felt like decades.

Even though I had been with Anaïs during the time I hadn't seen Emma, I have to admit I wasn't over Em. I was still in love with her the way I had been three years ago. And Anaïs knew it. That's one of the reasons we had broken up. Another reason was that I had even called her Emma once.

Since Emma was gone I had learned to live half alive. When the days had turned into months and the months had turned into years for the pain to fade, the anger came.

That she had pretended to love me the way I loved her. That she had left me when I needed her support the most. That I wasn't important enough for her to let me close.

"Reece!" Mum called from downstairs. "George and Blake are here."

I shot up. I've been so caught up in my thoughts that I had forgotten to pick them up from the train station. The both of them were staying over for New Years Holidays.
I ran downstairs to see a pretty pissed Blake and a smiling George standing in the doorway of the front door.

"Why haven't you picked us up?" Blake asked me reproachful.

"I'm so sorry!" I said. "I must have fallen asleep somehow." A lie, but how was I supposed to tell them that I was so caught up with my thoughts about my ex girlfriend, I hadn't even noticed that I was ought to pick them up.

"Don't be mad." George grinned. "We met somebody, actually."

"Who did you meet?" I assumed they hadn't been fans because that was too casual to talk about it that way.

The boys grabbed their suitcases and carried them upstairs into my room. Then they lounged onto my bed and I sat down on the floor. I always preferred sitting on the floor, I don't know why.

"We met Emma. You know, that girl from the charity concert?" George's whole face lit up like a Christmas tree. Mine darkened instead. 

Of course I knew. I knew all too well.

"Yeah? What did you do?" I asked and tried to sound casual which turned out sounding really cool instead.

Blake raised an eyebrow.

"We had lunch, since you didn't pick us up." He gave me a look of reproach.

"Yeah she told us that she's working on something. At the concert she played classical music but she said she's working on electronic beats for a while now. She produces them, plays the violin to it and records it. She showed us some of her songs with her phone. It's sick."