Ghost from the Past (Book 1)

Chapter One

There was something all too familiar about the girl following me.

Yes, that is what I said. Following me.

Sounds kinda funny, right? But, when you're me, it's not an unusual occurrence. Girls follow me around all the time, heck, maybe a few guys have too. It all comes with the territory of being in a internationally renoun band. But for some reason this one particular girl threw me off.

It all started not too long ago...

 

I had gone out for a coffee - alone - and, of course, was immediately recognized by fans. No sweat. It wasn't that many seeing that the rest of the boys were back at our building and it was pretty late at night.

Coffee late at night, I know, not my smartest move.

Anyways, I signed some autographs, took a few photos, hugged a girl or two and then headed out. As I was leaving, I noticed a girl leaned up against the brick wall of the coffee shop, a large bag at her feet and a cigarette between her fingers. Just the way she was holding it, brought on a weird sense of deja vu.

Maybe I had seen her around before?

I shook my head.

That's doubtful. I'd been out of the country for months.

I gave her a little smile, and half expected her to ask for an autograph or something. But she didn't. Instead she smirked at me, a little smug smirk that pricked at something in the back of my mind.

What was with this girl?

I shrugged it off and started back in the direction of my building, whistling.

I liked to whistle. I don't know why, but I did. It was probably because of my whistling, though, that I didn't notice I was being followed home. It was maybe about after a block or so, that I finally figured it out.

Someone wasn't too far behind me.

It creeped me out at first. Late at night, empty streets, perfect time for a murder. I did a quick, subtle glance over my shoulder and saw a silhouetted figure.

The silhouetted figure of the girl from the coffee shop.

Don't ask me how I knew it was her after such a quick look behind me, because I don't know how I knew. I just did. It was the same weird feeling I felt when I first saw her leaned up against the wall, it's the same feeling I've been ugetting the past 12 blocks.

That's right folks. The chick has been following me for 12 blocks.

I couldn't just go back to my flat! Hello! Being followed here!

It was really beginning to bug me, though. My coffee was now cold and gross, my feet hurt, and all I wanted to do was go home and go to sleep.

But, noooooo. Some wacko wouldn't leave me alone!

I was nearing block number 15, when I finally cracked.

"What the heck do you want?!" I yelled, turning around.

The girl chuckled and pushed her bangs out of her face. "Come on, I know it's been awhile, but don't tell me you can't remember who I am."

She stepped under a street lamp and crossed her arms.

Her hair, braided down her back, was long and so incredibly blonde it almost looked white. She appeared tall, but actually wasn't, just had a lot of leg.

I took a step closer and examined her face.

Pale, white skin. High cheekbones. And a whole lot of eye liner framing a pair of very blue eyes. I've only ever seen a pair of eyes like that once in my entire life. Chills went down my spine.