Where I Found You

Chapter 4 - It's Alyssa.

Chapter 4 - It's Alyssa.

I want to know who this Adriana person is and what she was doing with Will at seven in the morning.

I drop the phone onto the grass beside me and look around the pond area. Will told me we would come here almost everyday after school to see eachother before I lost my memory. Why do I not remember all those events which surely would have been so magical?

I called Will, in the hope that he would make me feel more comfortable about this whole situation. That he would lift my spirits. I made a big deal in the hope that he'd try his best to convince me everything was okay, and instead he asked if we could talk about it when we actually got to Cambridge, when there would be no point because there, we aren't going to be miles away from eachother. And I found out that he was with a girl called Adriana at this time in the morning.

Where even was he? At home, or out?

I feel like the usual stereotype girlfriend. Jealous and suspicious and nagging, and I don't want to be like that. I'm going to have to force myself to stop thinking like this all of a sudden because I know that Will wouldn't mess around with me. Even if he's changed, which I can clearly detect he has.

I stand up off the grass and stretch my arms above my head. It's Monday today, which means Katy's leaving for Oxford. Will's sister must be leaving today too, seen as they're going to the same university.

I make my way inside and have a warm, brief shower, hearing my parents and brother having breakfast down in the kitchen.

I walk to my bed with the towel wrapped around me just as I hear the doorbell ring. It's probably that woman that my mother keeps in touch with, the one that sells Avon catalogues.

I grab my hairbrush and sit on the bed, tugging it through my unruly wet curls and looking at my open wardrobe for something to wear. I am about to stand up just as I hear someone knock on the door. Gosh I am sick of this. My mother is always knocking on the door every morning to get me up when I'm already awake, in fact. She thinks I lie in bed for hours every morning.

Irritated, I stomp over to the door and wrench it open, glaring out at the landing.

My eyes meet a pair of bright green ones, the same shade as mine. Horrified, I reel back, pulling the towel higher over my chest.

"Damn. Sorry." Jack Hart runs a hand through his raven black hair and the fierce emeralds that are his eyes widen. He spins on his heel, turning his back to me.

I feel a surge of colour rush to my heated cheeks. "Um- just- give me a minute," I stammer weakly, wondering what is so important that he had to come up to my room to talk to me about it.

With my heart pounding madly against my ribcage, I dart back into my room and shut the door with a gentle swing. I throw on a pair of faded cut off jeans and a pink t-shirt with a map of Italy on. I then make my way back to the door, questions whirling through my mind. Why would my parents let Jack Hart into the house? He's even more of a bad boy than Will. Why does he even need to talk to me like this?

I open the door to see him stood outside looking extremely out of place on the magnolia carpet in front of me. I close my bedroom door behind me, and I am sure that my head is tilting to the side as I examine him questioningly.

Jack doesn't have an ounce of class in him, or notable politeness, however it would be a lie to say he's nothing special. With olive skin that is stretched over high, slanting cheekbones, and tight black curls that stick up all over his head, he has an appearance which makes it clear he is of mixed race - and somewhat beautiful. He towers over me, with broad shoulders which today stick out of a white v-neck vest top. His long legs are clad in dark jeans.