The 1975

Prologue

"Stay away from me!"

His hands grabbed my waist. "Jae, let me expl-"

"Are you deaf?" I interrupted as I pushed him away. "I said stay away from me!"

Luca Valenti; he had distinct cheekbones and a well-structured jaw. His eyes were every gentle grey you could think of shot through with electric teal. Girls always gazed into them just long enough to fall for him. He was what you could call attractive.

It was my fault. I missed all the signs, I stayed for too long, I denied the truth. Guess I just wanted to believe he loved me too.

Humiliated. Betrayed. My chest ached when I thought about it. There laid my best friend, Ava, half naked in his bed. Where I used to lay.

Anger and tears were the only thing surrounding me. All the lies, all the backstabbing; was it worth it? Did he feel better now?

I wish they'd invent a pacemaker that zapped your heart every time you started falling for the wrong guy. It would save lots of girls from pain.

My life was perfect three days ago. In a week I would be on my way to fucking USA. And no one would miss me.

In that moment I had decided that to open myself up for others just so they could hurt me, never was going to happen.

Not again.

;

My lungs were burning, my breath was heavy and I couldn't feel my legs. Preciseness had never been my strongest side. I ran like a maniac. Missing this flight was not an option.

The gate. A sigh of relief escaped my lips.

I glanced at my ticket. 7B. My eyes began searching. I had put my baggage on the shelf and fallen down in my seat after a few seconds.

The seat between the window and me, was taken by a guy wearing earbuds with his mind somewhere else. The seat next to the hallway was empty. I didn't think anyone was going to show up, judging by the way I barely had made it myself. I let out another sigh.

Suddenly the guy reached me one of the ends of his earbuds. He didn't face me. I smiled anyway and placed it in my ear. My whole face curved into a smile when I heard which song it was.

Who hurt you do you want a list or what

Don't you see me I
I think I'm falling, I'm falling for you
And don't you see me I
I think I'm falling, I'm falling for you

"The 1975?" I asked.

He finally faced me. My eyes widened by the sight. He ran his hand through his dark, messy hair. His pale skin made him look devilishly handsome. His eyes were stunning.

Forget-me-not blue eyes. They reminded me of forget-me-nots, the dainty blue flower, but his eyes were a slightly paler shade. They were like a gentle, old-fashioned prettiness.

I died of embarrassment when I realized I was staring.

"I haven't seen you before." he stated. "What are you doing in Melville?"

Escaping the past. "I'm taking an exchange year."

He turned quiet for a few seconds while he studied my face. "You seem sad." he thought out loud. "Who hurt you?"

"Do you want a list or what." His eyes glimmered in expectation. He wanted me to tell him. I wasn't sure if I should or not. I mean, I just met him. But I needed someone to talk to. And there was something about him that just made me trust him.

So I followed my instincts.

Talking to him was really easy. I told him everything that had happened last week. It was painful going through it again, but my shoulders felt ten kilos lighter when I was done. I thought too much and I felt too deeply. What a dangerous combination.

"I don't know what to say." Pity. "I'm sorry you had to go through that."

I shook my head. "It's not your fault. Besides, it's better this way. I'm moving to another continent." He agreed. "What about you?"

"I live here." His smile faded. He suddenly shut down. "Family business."

Silence. I quickly changed the subject.

"What other bands do you listen to?"

He smirked. "I fancy the 90's. And you?"

"Same," I answered. "The 1975 is my favorite, though."

"Why?"

I raised my shoulders. "Guess their lyrics is relatable."

;

The hallway was crowded by people trying to get out. I hadn't even realized the flight was over. We had been talking for hours.

We went outside. I face palmed when I realized how stupid I was. "I'm Jaelyn," I said. "But my friends call me Jae. What's your name?"

"I'd rather not tell." He teased. "But don't worry," He pulled me closer and put a piece of paper in the pocket of my jacket.

"I have a feeling we'll meet again."