My Messed Up Past

Eddie

I smile shyly at Eddie, laughing as he messes up his hair with his baseball cap.

He grinnes at me, his eyes twinkling.

Eddie is James's twin, although not identical. I don't think the world would be able to handle two identicle hot brothers.

I missed this: our friendship. We used to be fast friends, maybe even best friends, but then mum happened... The only reason I pushed him away was because of mum.

Our teacher walked in, stopping the fun. She announced that we would be working in pairs for our project, so I turned to Kattie.

I was hurt to see she had her back to me, chatting and nodding with someone else.

I try not to let it show how much that stung.

Eddie watches me, his eyes curious. He doesn't move when multiple girls come forward and ask to be his partner.

Did I mention he was a total babe? Might have left that out, sorry.

I began to blush under his never faltering gaze.

I finally brake the eye contact, nudging his arm. "It's rude to stare."

He smiles, leaning back in his chair. All the girls that had formed a circle behind him scowl at me, thinking the same thing I was: why was he sitting here, with me, which makes me think, he wants to be my partner?

"Sorry," he smirked, "But would you like to be my partner?"

Words fail me-- despite how much I want to say yes, I can't; I feel too guilty for what my mum did to his family. I couldn't bring myself to spend to much time with him.

But still, I didn't want to take that smile away. So instead, I just nod and pull up a chair closer to him.

As the bell rings, ending class, Eddie leans forward and asks me, "Would you like to come over to my house tonight to work on it?"

I freeze, my heart racing.

"Um..." I'm not sure I could face going to his house, seeing the state of his life after my mum's affect.

His smile faltered, suddenly looking nervous.

I feel bad then, and immediately shove him playfully. "Actually, could you come to my house? My dad gets kinda wierd when I go to other people's houses."

Eddie nods, looking relived. He probably thinks I meant my dad is protective over me when it comes to boys, which isn't a lie. I can't wait to see dad's face when he sees I brought a boy home.

"Of course, yeah. I'll meet you at my locker?"

I nod and only now, as he walks away do I begin to regret my decision to meet up with him.

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I push my key into the door, leading Eddie into my house. I sigh anxiously as he looks around.

When I'd seen him, leaning against his locker casually, I almost turned and walked away. But then he saw me and smiled, which made my heart swell.

Why did it do that? I've known Eddie forever.

All the ride home I was trying to act normal, but I couldn't help but notice my heart races and my skin tingles every time he brushes gently against me.

At our house, Eddie whistles. He looks around in admiration.

I mean, I know our house is pretty nice, but it doesn't deserve that amount of attention.

It is a large, modern white building, a tall window blasting sunlight onto our upstairs landing. We have sweet bubble trees lining our garden, mum's favourite. Inside, the halls are lined with pictures of mainly me and dad, only a few with mum. We basically act like she's dead-- that's what everybody in my school thinks. I'm the girl who didn't take it well when her mum died.

I beckon Eddie threw our house, giving him a quick tour. I didn't watch his reaction, beginning to feel slightly sick.

"My room," I cried at last, flopping on my bed. Eddie stood awkwardly at my door, unsure where to go.

"Come in." I beckoned and pointed to the chair under my desk. He pulled it out and spun to face me, grinning.

"It's nice. But," he bobbed his head towards my mirror wardrobe doors, "What is that?"

I blush; even I know my wardrobe is bigger then most.

"My wardrobe."

Eddie suppressed a laugh. "Cool." He flashes me a thumbs up.

"Shall we get on with our biology homework?" I shove a pile of paper on his lap and joined him at my desk.

He rolled his eyes and nodded, so we started to work.

A few hours later I heard dad reverse up the drive and slam the doors of his car as he got out.

"I'll be right back," I promise Eddie, hurrying down the stairs to greet dad.

"Hey lollie," dad cries, giving me a hug.

"Hey dad! I brought a friend over, I hope you don't mind."

Dad nods, looking excited. "Who is it?"

"Eddie." I wince as I say his name.

Dad's eyes widen but he quickly hides it, he's so happy I've got a friend at all.

"Ah, ok, well tell him he's free to stay for dinner."

I nod, running back up the stairs. "My dad's home."

Eddie looks up from his paper and smiles nervously--cute, he's scared of my dad.

I flinch: did I just call Eddie Cook cute? Eww, I've been friends way to long to suddenly have a crush on him. And especially my mum's actions--

Eddie laughes, pulling me back from my thoughts.

"What?" I ask, self conscious.

"Your expression! You looked like you were arguing with yourself. What were you thinking about?"

I blush, playing with my sleeve. "Oh, just wondering what's for dinner."

Eddie winks at me and I turn scarlett.

"Anyway," he picks up his bag and strolls out of my room, "Thanks for this. I'll let myself out."

I nod, waving goodbye.

When he's gone, I sit down on my bed shakily. Did I really just do that?

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