Emma

From Amsterdam To America

Hi, my name is Nate Garrix. I'm half Dutch and half English. I live in a city called Germania which is in America along the Pacific Coast.

(authors note: I made up this city, I know nothing about American geography, sorry).

I thought I should tell you about myself before you start reading my thoughts and all that. I'm 17, a Pisces, I love football... They call it soccer in America though... I'm an only child. My mother is the English one and she's a CEO of a big shipping company and my dad is an author.

My parents have been divorced for two years now and my mom said it'd be best to be with my dad because he'd have more time for me. Plot twist: he didn't. He was always writing and he would just sit in front of a blank wall and said he was 'looking for inspiration'. He's a really good man and took really good care of me but I guess I missed my mom and my old friends so I'm back in America. My mom has two houses here, one in the city and a beach cottage. I'm really amped to go back and see everyone. Anyway, tomorrow is my first day back at school and I'm so jetlagged I don't know if I'll make it.

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I walk in through the schools front door and I see Matt and Mark. They're major surf addicts with hectic tans and they're pretty dak, but not the scary type. I embrace both of them.

"It's been such a long time guys!" I say to them.

They look a lot alike except that Matts hair is dirty blonde and Marks is just blonde. They could be twins other than that, they've both got blue eyes and talk the same; they have been neighbours to one another since they were conceived so it's understandable. I'm not much of a surfer, but I do skate.

"Max! So glad you've come back! Joan has really missed you," Mark says teasingly.

See Joan was a really good friend of mine, till she got weird and started getting a bit clingy and obsessed with me.

"What can I say? I'm a catch," I say before Matt throws his arm over my shoulder and the three of us storm the hall like we own it.

This is how we did it back then; the three of us, didn't care what people thought of us, kept to ourselves and did what we loved. My first class is Maths, I'm not good at Maths. By not good I mean I get A minuses. Only because I have a tutor, it's the only subject I've ever needed a tutor for.

"Welcome, welcome. Take a seat everyone."

For the first twenty minutes of the class the teacher, Mr. Hanger, and the rest of the class have a non-educational discussion and he seems quite chilled. I've never been in any of his classes before so I'm excited to see what I can learn from him. Another way Mark differs from Matt is that he's great at maths and Matt is in the bottom set.

"Mr. Hanger is the greatest teacher, you'll love him," Mark tells me.

"Right, even geniuses need education," Mr. Hanger announces and the whole class boos, "You brats," he laughs out, "just take out your books."

Everyone does what he says and we actually start working.

At the end of the lesson I feel like I need more of his teaching! I've never felt so educated in my entire life.

"Woah," I tell Mark as we walk along to our next class.

"I know right," he says with a smirk plastered across his entire face.

I go through the rest of the day finding out who I sit with and who's classes I'm in. And learning of course. I must say English is my favourite class at the moment. I sit with a girl named Jamie, she's really gorgeous. Brown hair green eyes. She's kind of quiet but confident too, which is really nice, I like that.

Lunch time the entire crew is here, Mark, Matt, Phoebe and Dan.

"Max!"

I turn and a redhead is running to me and pulls me tight in a hug. I can feel Marks mocking smile from behind me.

"Joan, hey," I force myself to be polite.

The truth is I'm not that much of a nice guy. I care about people I care about. Other people don't mean a single fuck to me and I come across as detached. I know this because my therapist said so. She has a masters degree, she must know what she's talking about.

This is what happened between me and Joan. She came to our school the year before I left and she was really hard to understand because she's Dutch and her English pronunciation just made everything difficult to get so I was assigned to help her out, being half Dutch and that. We spent a lot of afternoons together and we became friends. She's so funny and extremely talented. Her art is gorgeous. One night we watched a movie together and she ended up leaving my house really happy. We made out and touched, but I guess, like everything else, I was pretty good at that. From then on she'd always want to talk to me and hang out. I thought she meant as friends, but she meant as a couple and told the whole school we were together and I couldn't really fix that because I left for Amsterdam two weeks after.

"I've missed you so much!" she let's the entire cafeteria know.

Mark is basically bellowing now.

"Same," I tell her.

Not really, I tell myself. I greet everyone else and we sit down and eat. It's great to catch up with everyone after it being so long since I've seen them.

"What you doing tonight, Max?" Dan asks me.

I shrug because I hadn't even thought that far. Dan's full name is Dandelion, her parents are hippies.

"Good, there's a party tonight at Emma's house and it would be great if you could come," her eyes are bright when she says this.

Dan is absolutely gorgeous. She is the second most beautiful girl I've ever seen, my mom being first on that list. She's got beautiful long brown hair, legs that just seem to go on forever, green eyes and the best smile ever. She's the type of girl that can turn gay men straight. She's just perfection. She's super athletic, social, trustworthy, funny and smart. The only make up she wears is eyeliner and lip balm. Which she doesn't need. Ah, she's just perfect. She's also really nice and easy to get along with. She has the most amazing boobs too. They look firm and squishy. I get so hard just from thinking about her name. I think she's friend zoned me though. I'll get myself out soon enough.

"Yea, okay," too convenient that school has started on a Friday, "Who's Emma?" I ask biting a piece of my sandwich.

"She's really cool, don't worry. I actually don't know why she's not here right now," Phoebe says while craining her head to look for this Emma person.

After school Dan gives me a ride home like she always has. My house is on the way to hers so when her parents drove passed they'd always pick me up or dropped me off on their way to and fro. I really think she's absolutely gorgeous.

"I bet you've missed giving me rides," I see a smirk on her face.

"Yea, it's been quiet without you," she winks at me.

She's gotten even more beautiful and as much as we are really good friends, I'd do anything to get into her pants.