mrrightmrunknown

[mrrightmrunknown]

Hello all. I am writing a new book (I am not experienced in this) and would like opinions on my first chapter so I know what I can change or improve.

This book will be from three perspectives, Emma, Lucy and Steve.

Mr. Right, Mr. Unknown.

Chapter one

Emma

“Emma, what do you think then?”

I’m pulled out of my own thoughts just at the perfect time. My best friend really did know how when I was in my own world. She’d been speaking to me about university for quite a while now. I sometimes wonder whether I’m jealous of her and the fact she has her life all planned and put together whilst I feel I’m sinking from the side lines.

I’d never admit it. I have too much pride, I give out enough smiles to not give it away. Well, until I have a glass of wine then it all comes out. Maybe this is why Lucy takes me to the pub, because that is where she knows I’ll truly be honest.

She knows I haven’t been the same. Heck were either of us from the high school life we used to live? Gone are the years of a stress free life and house parties with the cool gang, I’d only ever felt like I fit in because I begged my parents to buy the expensive brands. Going to Hollister to buy a way too overpriced spray just so I had their bag to carry my PE kit in so they thought I had the money. Honestly - what was so special about those bags? One bit of rain and it would be breaking beneath you and then you had to run in soggy clothes. I wish young me didn’t care so much but the truth was - I always cared, I still do.

“Emma - honestly what is up with you today? Do I need to get you a shot?”

“I’m fine, sorry I had work stuff on my mind” - lie. “Anyway, tell me how are you and Mike?” - I’ve always been good at taking the question away from me. My beautiful blonde best friend starts to tell me all about her relationship. Again another reason I’d been so jealous. I loved hearing her speak about her relationship because I always wanted her to be happy. To say we’ve both been unlucky in love is an understatement but this best friend is like a sister.

I hadn’t known Lucy long. We’d met in high school by pure chance. We both came from small villages, I think we both dreamed of an amazing life in high school. Academically we wanted to strive for the best, we both had dreams for our future and we cheered each other on. When we became friends I don’t think either of us knew it would be a friendship for life but our life outside of school merged so well. A local pub where we’d bring a bottle of wine in our handbags and pour it into glasses of lemonade at the sweet age of 16. Going on runs to the pub but getting a lift back after a basket of chips. Talking about the boys we’d been talking to and being each others shoulder to cry on. We had different lives, Lucy was athletic and boisterous - every guy falling at her feet at her confidence and the way she lit up a room. Mean whilst I always hated exercising and pined over my first love.

Maybe that is what my mind is on. I hadn’t found anything since him. Since Matt. I was only 16 when I fell for him. Our relationship was forbidden, me at the sweet age of 16 and him at 29. It shouldn’t have worked and in the end it didn’t but at the time it felt so right. I remember when I first met him, I was just a waitress and I was walking through the pub to find my next table. God did I love that job, on my feet seeing my friends have fun whilst I could interact whilst I could. Then I met him. He was in my way, I was looking at the back of him (God would this however tall tanned brunette man move out of my way) and that’s when my confidence came from nowhere. “Will you get out of my way” - his words to follow lingered on my mind for 2 years “Sorry Darlin”. At first I thought what an ass, a fit ass at that with a good ass. Who knew what was to follow.

“So yeah, everything is going really well between us Em, do you want another wine?”. I have no idea what Lucy’s just told me, I really need to make sure I focus on my best friend and not my life now. Lucy walks in, obviously wearing the best clothes, and gets me another wine. She wanders back and lets me know Mike and Cory will be joining. Instantly I feel annoyed. Cory was one of my pasts, one that felt like a dream at the time, I’d never met such a beautifully tattooed man with a shadow on his perfectly lined jaw. One my mouth had been all over. It was a long time ago thing but seeing him now either sends me into pure anger because he acts like it never happened, jealousy for seeing him talk to another woman or an overwhelmed amount of wet feeling. Only time would tell.

I see Mikes car, a white Mercedes with the nicest interior - this man really did like his cars but so did Lucy - and that’s when I see him in the passenger seat. They’re laughing like they’re having the funniest conversation of their life. Instantly I’m anxious - are they laughing over me? Has he maybe confessed to our one night antics, am I wearing the right clothes for him to maybe want me again… why am I feeling like this? This happened so long ago and he is definitely not interested in me.

Cory walks over, smoking his vape like he is the coolest guy in the village, I can’t deny that right now he isn’t. My local pub is filled with my bestest friends but the closest thing to eye candy you get is the average 30 year old who walks in with his wife. There isn’t a lot of option in my village, but when Cory is there in grey sweats, a tight white cotton top and a black cap whilst smoking his vape… he is the finest thing you could find on the shelf. The pair of them walking into the pub with no care in the world. Both Cory and Mike had full time jobs, best friends and worked together, they had it all. Mike had Lucy and Cory had woman falling at his feet. It isn’t long until they come back outside and join us. Mike sitting to my left and Cory to Lucy’s right. It honestly is like he tries to avoid me, his mouth didn’t say the same the night we spent together. He was doing nothing to avoid me that night and that mouth was all over me. I shiver at the thought - is this it? Am I maybe finally out of his spell?

Mike and Cory sit and talk about the latest videos they’ve found funny with laughter falling from them every 3 minutes. Lucy and I talk about work, I tell her about the latest drama of my basic office job. I left college from my job, how I went from wanting to be a midwife to a Monday to Friday, 9-5 job in an office I truly don’t know. I do, I just don’t like to confess it, at least not to my friends. I did it for my future I dreamed of for me and Matt. After he asked me to move in I felt I had to provide in some way to the house than let him watch me go through college and University. I left college and joined the world of a full time job yet he still didn’t let me pay a penny for anything. He really did care about me, well in the beginning at least.

Instantly my eyes are filled with tears, I blink trying to fight them back. Why do men always have this affect on me? It isn’t just Cory, everyone from my past holds a string in my body. They are the capillaries to my life, I can forget them easily but once they come back to the surface my emotions are running wild. I’ve always cherished every memory in my life - some I would like to bury incredibly deep - but every single memory with my past crushes never struggle to resurface and they break me every time. I’m sat with a large pinot which I had to top up, a cigarette and my thoughts. I should have left with Lucy. I’m thinking about my job and if I truly have a future there, the fact I still live with my parents whilst all my friends move out with their partners and then that… that I’m alone.