Jess (part 2)

He turned around, to be met with the familiar dark haired girl beaming at him with those unforgettable pearly whites.

'How have you been?' Jess asked, walking closer.

Pete felt his heart stop in it's tracks. Her face almost looked the same as the day she left, she was still smiling, still gorgeous. Except he couldn't deny that he felt his heart wrench for all the nights he spent alone missing her. Wishing she would be here.

Luck never seemed to be on his side though, as this moment he had so highly anticipated came at the worst possible time.

'WHY NOW?' screamed his head, raging at just his luck.

Again, Pete was knocked back into his senses with the laugher of the two girls.

'You know, Pete was always like this, just daydreaming all the time,' said Jess, speaking to Chloe.

'So how'd you deal with that? Look,he still looks stunned to see you. Should I be jelous?' laughed Chloe, looking at Pete.

Pete was dumbfounded. This was nothing like he had expected. Not the type of meeting, not the type of conversation. Where was the bitchfighting and hairpulling over him? Instead, his two loved ones were now joking about him.

'I'm still here you know,' grunted Pete in dismay. His perfect day now felt ruined.

Chloe laughed once more whilst saying,'Babe, we should check in for our plane,' gently.

Pete nodded dumbly, acting like a complete stoner. Despite him having so much to say to Jess, so many questions, so much emotion, right now... all he felt was nothing.

He couldn't find the right words for anything, so instead, he just briefly mumbled to Jess saying "Nice to see you again" before starting to walk off.

It wasn't before Jess got the upper hand once again, as she quickly slipped him a note in his palm.

"Don't forget to call!" she shouted as he already started walking away.

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During the whole plane ride, Pete kept thinking about the stupid meeting that he just had with Jess.

He felt so stupid, just standing there doing nothing. He felt like he had just stepped back into the shoes of the high-school boy he had once been, shy, quiet and unnoticed.

Chloe was asleep next to him, resting her head on his shoulder.

There was another 6 hours on the plane, and with nothing to do, Pete knew that his thoughts would eventually trail back to the dark-haired girl who was once his life.

Opening the scrunched up piece of paper, it only read, '0423 193 013'.

Assuming that was her number, he felt annoyed.

'Could she just summon me to contact her whenever it pleases her?' he thought angrily.

No. He refused.

He chucked the piece of paper into his bag and decided to stop thinking.

Closing his eyes, Pete counted fat sheep in his head until he eventually fell asleep.

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[Meanwhile]

Jess left the airport, flustered after seeing her old high school best friend.

Despite his new haircut, change of fashion and girlfriend... even seeing him for that moment and even recognising him seemed to bring back memories of their past.

His girlfriend, Chloe (was that her name? She thought) was gorgeous. She was very bubbly and pretty, but even so, she felt that her prescence had been unwelcomed. By both of them.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of her name called out.

"Jess!", greeted Logan, pulling her into a tight hug.

His strong, mucular arms pulled her into a tight bear hug.

"I've missed you so much!" he said, whilst continuing his attack.

"Agh your suffocating me," she managed.

Stupid Logan, never changing, she thought jokingly.

"I swear you're going to kill me one day like this! Stop thinking you're still that little skinny 15 year old! " she said.

"Sorry J," he said, laughing.

He took her bags and motioned her towards his car.

"Let's get you home," he said warmly.

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"0423 193 013", he typed into the handset.

Yep, he was so going to be doomed for this. Yet he could not help himself from discovering what happened all those years either.

"You will regret this Pete", warned his head.

Taking a deep breath in, he pressed dial.

Brring Brring.

No response. That's okay, one call. It probably hasn't even connected yet.

Brring Brring.

Ok, ok. Are you ready? Any second now.

Brring Brring.

Any second now. For real.

Brring Brr-

"Sorry, the number you have dialled is switched off or unavailable. Please leave your number, or try again".

WTF?

He had to admit, he could feel the adrenalin pumping whilst anticipating her picking up. But almost as if he knew it was too good to be true, she didn't pick up.

Well did she ever?

Here he was, standing in the bathroom of the hotel dialling the number of a girl he used to love whilst Chloe was waiting outside for him. He felt definitely like that high-school boy again, except this time he also felt guilty because he knew he still had feelings.

"I hate girls," he sighed before walking back outside to his girlfriend.
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To be continued....