Clumsily, she types the words that ache her inner self, not the ones she exposes on the surface... no happiness, no joy, no endless laughs - gloom.

This is the sequel to that story I wrote back in june and before that...

Here, if you don't remember it: Chapter II

Can I advise something? If this isn't too long a read (or if it is put it on repeat, or something...) please play this music as background... :

Glasgow Love Theme

They walked down the street in which Jamie had spent all his childhood. You could see the frozen ground crack under their footsteps and there were kids playing in the neighbourhood. It was a quiet area of the city where flowers could bloom effortlessly because the environing vibes were positive. Though Jamie had never really noticed it, the whole neighbourhood really appreciated him. They had seen him being born and bred in that good old street and were used to his charming, charismatic face. He was a good guy too, Mrs. Johnston, a 72 year old lady who lived by herself couldn't even count - and not only because she had problems with her memory - the number of times he had proposed to help her with her vegetables and fruits or with the aforementioned beautiful flowers which also happened to bloom endlessly in her garden despite the fact she never took care of it. Whilst the elders appreciated him, the younger dwellers of High Street looked up to him. He regularly babysitted the kids of his closest neighbours, the Jacksons, and sometimes he even gave them maths lessons. He might have been the perfect young man if it wasn't for the reprehensible - or anyway, for these young girl's fathers - relationships he had had with some young ladies of his neighbourhood. A large portion of them went to the same school as him and he had made the stupid mistake to get involved with a few...at the same time. This had caused envy from the young males and jealousy amongst the girls.

Unfortunately, as he entered the corner café, one of these girls in question was there and oh, she was in company of her friend - also someone he had gotten involved with in the past but hopefully they didn't know it...yet. In which case they now would

Most young men's reaction would have been to look for the furthest table and drag Rebecca there, but Jamie's thoughtfulness made him go say hello to them instead.

"Hey, girls! How are you doing? Here, let me introduce you lot to someone..." he said

"Rebecca, this is Jenny and this is Amy." he said as he showed the blonde girl then the redhead. "We go to the same school" Rebecca smiled, embarrassed, and totally oblivious to the situation. However, she could sense the ambient jealousy emanating from the two girls.

"Oh, hey Becca" said one of them.

"Hey, yeah, I prefer Becca actually, sorry Jamie" said Rebecca with a large and genuine smile on her face. However, she was getting tired of this whole situation and didn't want to lose any more time. She had tried to make a decision as she was going to Jamie's house in the first place, but this had made her choose in 5 secondes what she hadn't managed to choose during a 3 hours bus journey paid with her savings. And yes, she had broken that piggy bank.

Once this decision was made, Rebecca managed to excuse herself by saying :

"Anyway, Jamie and me are off, we'll see you in school, right." and then pulled Jamie to a table far from the two magpies who were now giving her the evil glare - not that she cared, she had no time for bitching.

"Wow" said Jamie, "Thank you so much for pulling me out of this. You saved my life, but anyway, what's this about seeing them in school, do you live here? I've never seen you before..."

Jamie's questions were natural and honest, but Rebecca ignored them and used one of the best arguments that a woman can use with men (not this one... the other one).

"So, Jamie, what's their best thing here? How about those cupcakes you mentioned earlier? Any good?" Jamie started to talk and said "Oh, but I thought you didn't like having te-" but Rebecca cut him halfway through his speech.

"Yeaaaah... fine, I think I'll have cinnamon tea and a cupcake. No, two. No comment, I'm off my diet today."

At the mention of the word "diet" Jamie chuckled. Not because Rebecca was a little chubby, no, but because he had realised that he didn't like the Kate Moss' and other Agyness Deyn's. No, he was more of a Beyoncés and Marilyn Monroes man. Anyway, what had really amused him was the obviously ironic tone in Rebecca's tone which he completely agreed with.

Though he himself had a perfectly fit body with just enough of everything where it's necessary, he hated holding girls which felt like they would break any second, girls that felt like little girls. Rebecca might not had known it yet, but she was his type really, and he also would find it out soon, but too late...

"So, Becca... get started, tell me more about yourself then... how did you end up here?"

Unfortunately, Becca was still looking at her Menu, or pretending to, and this had completely struck her at the unexpected instant, she didn't know what to say.

"Well...I lived in er... Swansea for 5 years, then 2 in Salisbury, 4 in Brighton and then 5 more years in Surrey. Then, not too long ago, my mum was offered a job here, so here I am..."

As she finished her sentence the barmaid came to take their orders. The service was really quick so their teas and cupcakes were on their table two minutes after having ordered them and between the order and the supply there had been some sort of survey being asked. How many times have you been here and other common survey questions came up, which was just fine for Rebecca, maybe it'll get him his interrogatory off his mind... But she was wrong.

"And, if I may ask, how are you liking it so far?" once again, she didn't know what to say.

She didn't come from Surrey, and it was the first time in her life she had ever been to London. Before her eighteenth birthday, which was today, she had never really ever done anything she really wanted, but today was her time to shine and to discover what she had wanted to know for so long. Was it really him?

"Well, it's lovely of course. It's the metropole, isn't it... even though Surrey is almost London, this is bigger than anywhere I've ever lived"

"Missing the other places yet, your best friends maybe?" asked Jamie curiously. Unfortunately, at the mention of her friends her heart throbbed fastly and ached.

"Well, I'll get over it right? I'm sure you'll help me, even though I've already made myself two enemies" she said, smiling. He smiled back and slurped his drink.

They stayed there for about two hours talking about matters and others, about their tastes, what they had in common and their differences. Jamie told her about his love for Blues and Jazz and how he thinks it reflects his own feelings sometimes, and she told him about how she can get emotional by listening to Beethoven. As the minutes passed she realised she started liking him more and more. At the moment that she noticed this she just stood up, without a warning.

"Listen, Jamie, thank you, really, I'm very very glad to have met you but I should... really... just, go." said Rebecca, feeling nauseous "Here... I'll give you 5£, you can keep the change. Really, it was nice meeting you but I'd better go"

"Wait, why, no!" was all Jamie could utter amidst all this confusion

"Won't you at least give me your number?" he asked in a desperate tone

"Give me yours" she said as she took her mobile out, even though she knew she probably shouldn't have. As he gave her his digits she said "Thank you, really. I'll... Goodbye" she then kissed his cheek in a hurry, leaving a red mark on it, waved, and left rushing. As she walked she could smell his Axe Africa on her skin. It was ingrained in there now, for a good while.

He had also stood up in the process and was just standing there watching her run away. The two magpies were laughing and sneering behind him and all he could think of was Rebecca Tate. Yes, for the following year of his life, all he would think of was Rebecca Tate.

To be continued....