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blonde hair was like a homing beacon, her dark beautiful eyes luring me in. As I got closer, I felt those dark eyes burn into me before they left me again. I felt the loss instantly and wanted them back on me. They were troubled, all knowing eyes and I wanted to know more.
    This one girl had zapped me with a dark glance, across a college party. Little did I know back then that she would awaken the true heart and soul of me.
    She was perfect.
    My type of perfect.
    Janey.
    One troubled, hot, perfect mess.

Chapter Three
     
    Present
     
    Will
    I watched the metal band in front of me, under the intense hot sun, amongst the thousands in the crowd of the festival. It didn’t take long for my eyes to wander around, drinking in all the golden bare skin around me. There were some beauties around here today and I was spoilt for choice. I wanted to thank whoever came up with the idea of cut-off denim shorts; the ones that went as high as they could, letting me glimpse the perfectly rounded cheeks of a delicious woman.
    Fuck.
    I needed to get laid. I was waxing lyrical about girls and their shorts for fuck’s sake. Next I’d be on to bikini tops that all the festival girls had on, showing me their handfuls of fun. One pull of the string and they were there, ready, for me to play with them.
    “I’m getting a drink,” I said to Noah who was standing beside me, his arm around Ivy. She was wearing a bikini top and had the best…nope. Sister. She was a sister to me now. Noah would have my ass if he saw my eyes on them for even a second. Zac came up to us with two beers in his hand and passed one to me.
    “Where did Ava go?”
    I pointed in her direction; where she was in the crowd, sitting on someone’s shoulders and pumping her fist to the music.
    “Oh hell no,” said Zac passing me his other beer as he started to push his way into the crowd. I laughed and sipped my beer. Janey liked to lead Ava astray and give Zac grey hairs; it was all part of her charm.
    Janey.
    I glanced over at her, singing along to the band, on some other schmuck’s shoulders, her tattooed arms out in the air.
    The one, unobtainable, piece of broken perfection in my life.
    I completely lost her when she went to rehab. She came out early and fought against every good thing about us. We were no longer together, not even as a ‘friends with benefits’ type thing. We were apparently done and I had no fucking idea as to why. But no matter how much she denied it, I knew we weren’t done. She couldn’t hide the flare of desire in her eyes every time we were in the same room together. She couldn’t hide the itch in her skin to touch me when we were close. I knew all of this because I felt the exact same thing. She couldn’t just hide the years we had spent together, in whatever capacity, whether it was lovers, friends or just fuck buddies. We were tied together forever. She could look at it from every different angle, but it was still the same; we had something, always had. Nothing would ever put that flame out, no matter how hard she tried.
    I watched her shout along to the music, still on the schmuck’s shoulders. At last year’s festival, that had been me holding her up on my shoulders. We hadn’t let each other go that day, enjoying our favourite bands together. She didn’t even know the guy who had her thighs wrapped around his head. I had watched them earlier, striking up a conversation, smiling and chuckling together. The poor schmuck thought he had made her smile, but I knew it was a fake smile. I used to make her smile and there was never anything fake about it. She turned slightly, in mid-song and our eyes collided for a moment. I didn’t look away, needing some sort of interaction from her, like she was my drug and I was the addict.
    She soon turned back to face the band, emotionless, no longer singing along to the music.
    “Will, meet Katie,” shouted Noah over the music, motioning to the girl standing beside Ivy. Our eyes met and hers