First Love: Oakville Series:Book One

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First Love (Oakville Series #1)

©2014 Kathy-Jo Reinhart

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Table of Contents

Title Page

Books by Kathy-Jo Reinhart

Dedication

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Acknowledgments

Contact Author

Playlist

Copyright Notice

The Oakville Series

First Love - Kyle and Amber’s Story (Part 1)

Remember Me - Kyle and Amber’s Story (Part 2)

Coming Soon

Protect Me - Paul and Holly’s Story

Clark and Becky’s Story

Angel and Chelsie’s Story

I would like to dedicate this book to my grandparents. They were two of the most wonderful people I have ever had the privilege of knowing. My whole life they were always my biggest supporters. Without their influence, love and support I wouldn’t be who I am today. For that I will always be grateful. I miss you both every day.

Six Years ago

I HAVE been sitting around in my bedroom for most of the day. The local radio station is giving away concert tickets and backstage passes for the band Breaking Benjamin. You have to be the tenth caller. My boyfriend, Kyle, loves this band. He would be thrilled if I won these tickets. The concert is in Miami three weeks from now. As luck would have it, we are set to leave in two weeks for Miami. Kyle and I are going to be living together while we go to college. We want to get settled in our new apartment before we start our first year at the University of Miami, so we are going about a month early. It was perfect. Now, all I had to do was win the damn things. I had a cell phone and landline, using both to call. So far, I have been every caller number but ten.

We have known each other since we were toddlers. Since I was very young, I have known that I loved him. I just never said anything to him. I was always afraid he didn’t feel the same for me. When we were in ninth grade, he told me he had always felt the same way. We have been a couple ever since. I know we are still young, but there is no doubt in my heart that he is my soul mate. We plan on getting married someday. He is the only guy I have ever dated, but I couldn’t imagine wanting anyone else.

Be our tenth caller now to win a pair of tickets and back stage passes to see Breaking Benjamin, the DJ said over the radio.

I picked up the phones and hit redial. Busy signals. I continued to hang up and redial. I really wanted to win this. Unfortunately, it didn’t look like I was going to make it this time, either. They had to have gotten the tenth caller by now. I tried one more time, just in case. I hit redial on both phones, again. A busy signal sounded through the landline right away, so I hung it up. I still had my cell phone to my ear and, this time, the call was going through. After four rings, someone finally answered the phone. My heart was pounding so hard in my chest. Please let me win. Please let me win. I took a deep breath and waited for the person on the other end to speak.

You are caller number ten! What’s your name? I recognized the voice of the DJ I had been listening to all day.

Amber, I said with a shaky voice. I had won! Kyle wasn’t going to believe this.

Well, Amber, you just won tickets and passes for Breaking Benjamin. Hang on the line and we will get your information.

I waited on hold for a minute or so before another voice came on the line. They took down my name and phone number, telling me I could pick up my tickets any time from the radio station. I decided I was going now to get them. I changed my clothes and headed out to my car, a brand new Camaro SS. I have always loved muscle cars and this was the ultimate one, a graduation gift from my grandparents. I got in, cranked her up, and headed to the radio station.

After I got the tickets and passes from the radio station, I was so anxious to see the look on his face, I decided to go straight to Kyle’s. As I was driving to his house, my phone beeped saying I had a text. When I stopped at a red light, I looked at my phone.

Kyle: Just got home from band practice. Gonna take a shower. Call ya later. Luv ya.

I didn’t have a chance to text back because the light turned green. I would be at his house in a couple minutes anyway, I’ll just surprise him when he gets out of the shower. As I drove along, my mind was starting to drift. I kept picturing Kyle’s perfect body, all wet from the shower. Lucky damn water. He is absolute perfection from head to toe: six-foot-three with the perfect amount of muscles in all the right areas, and dark brown hair that is the perfect mix of rocker and boy next door. It isn’t very long, but it always looks disheveled. Kind of like he just rolled out of bed. And, the best part...his eyes. He has the most beautiful cobalt blue eyes. I could gaze into them for hours. Suddenly, I knew exactly what I wanted him to do in order to thank me for the tickets.

I pulled into his driveway and parked my car. His parents were out of town this weekend, so we would have the whole house to ourselves. The front door was unlocked. No surprise there. This is a very small town, no one really worries about locking doors. I walked into the house. I could hear the shower running as I walked toward the hallway. Should I slip into the shower with him? Or, should I get naked and wait in his bed? I decided to wait in his bed.

When I opened the door to his bedroom, my heart shattered. Nora Lawson was laying there wearing nothing but a shit eating grin on her face. Fucking bitch! I wanted to puke, scream, and cry. I just couldn’t decide which to do first. I heard the shower turn off and I ran out of the house, dropping the tickets to floor as I went. There was no way in hell I could face him. It was bad enough that she had seen my devastation.

When I got home, I asked my grandparents to tell Kyle I wasn’t feeling well if he called or came over. Once I got to my room, I locked my door and fell to the bed. My heart felt like it was actually breaking. I have never hurt so badly in my life, nor cried so hard. I can’t believe he betrayed me like that. With Nora, of all people. Eventually, I cried myself to sleep.

I spent the next day and a half crying and avoiding Kyle. I didn’t want to see him. I was too hurt and upset. He couldn’t say anything that would make me feel any better. He cheated on me. There was no excuse for it. It was obvious I wasn’t enough for him. I couldn’t bear to hear him say it to my face. Why would he make all of these plans with me if he wanted someone else? I had to have missed the signs. I had my head too far up my ass because I was so in love. What the fuck do I know about love? Obviously, nothing. I do know that I will never put myself through this kind of pain again. I had to get away from here. Away from him.

I had a very long talk with my grandparents, who have raised me since I was two. I told them I had changed my mind about Miami. They were pretty surprised, to say the least. The big shocker came when I told them I was going alone. They loved Kyle. I didn’t tell them what Kyle had done. I didn’t want them to hate him because our relationship went south. After all, he thought of my grandparents as his own. He never knew his own and mine treated him just like a grandson. I told them that I needed to do this on my own and Kyle didn’t understand that. I made them promise not to tell him where I was going. I knew they weren’t too thrilled with that idea, but would do what I asked of them.

After my talk with my grandparents, I went to my room to pack. I decided to leave first thing in the morning. As much as I hate to leave them, I have to get away from Florida. I had applied to Georgia State University as a back-up school and I think going to Georgia would be the best thing. I only packed what I absolutely needed. I couldn’t fit a whole lot in my car, anyway. As soon as I packed, I quickly loaded it in my car. Kyle had been calling and texting like crazy. The more I ignored him, the worse it got. He had even come by a couple times today, but my grandma told him I was sick. I just couldn’t understand why he seemed so worried about getting a hold of me. He couldn’t really love me if he was cheating on me, so why does he care? Something doesn’t add up, but my heart hurts too much to listen. Maybe I was being a coward by leaving, and I am probably going to regret not getting an explanation, but I’m just too broken right now to care.

My alarm clock went off at 5 A.M. I wanted to make sure I got to Atlanta early enough to find a good hotel. Tomorrow, I would be apartment hunting. I also didn’t want to run into Kyle. I dressed comfortably for my nine hour drive in yoga pants and a t-shirt. I grabbed my duffel bag off my bed and headed toward my door. I turned and took another long look around my room. I am really going to miss this place. I quickly close the door before I start crying.

In the kitchen, there is a thermos of coffee and a letter from grandma. I said my goodbyes last night. I knew it would be a big cry fest this morning if I didn’t. My grandparents went to Georgia often, so it’s not like I would never see them. I opened the note and began reading it.

Dear Amber,

I know you are hurting right now. I wish there was something I could do to ease that hurt for you. As always, you are a very strong, independent, and stubborn young woman. I may be old, but I am not senile. At least, not yet. I can see that this has something to do with Kyle. I am not going to pry. If you want to talk, you will come to me. I will say one thing, though. Love like you both have comes only once in life. Time apart may not be a bad thing for either of you. It will be a good chance for you both to grow, also a chance for you both to realize how much you really do love one another. You are both young and bound to make mistakes. One day, you will realize that the love you have for each other is more important than anything else. You will eventually be able to forgive, because that is who you are. I have never met anyone more forgiving than you. Trust yourself.

Call us when you get to Atlanta and maybe a couple times along the way, just so we know you are safe. We will make sure to come see you often. You are so special to us, the most important person in our lives. We love you so much. Have a safe trip.

Love Always,

Grandma and Grandpa

I wiped my tears and put the letter in my bag. I love that woman dearly, but the pain in my heart made it very difficult to even think about forgiveness right now. I headed out to my car. I took another long look at the house that held so many happy memories for me before I got in and drove toward my new life. Far away from the man I love who has ripped my heart into shreds.

I WAVED goodbye to the guys as I got into my truck. We had just finished band practice. I started this band when I was in eighth grade. We play covers from hard rock and metal bands and we’re pretty good. Our only gigs consist of birthday parties and the occasional house party, but that doesn’t matter to me. I am not looking to get famous or become a rock star. Someday, I’d like to have my own bar and restaurant, then I could play whenever I felt like it.

Normally, Amber comes to every practice with me. Today she said she had something to do for her grandmother. I really hope she’s finished by now, I can’t wait any longer to see her. The guys are always teasing me, saying I’m whipped because I spend so much time with her. I’m not whipped; I’m just head over heels in love with her. I have been in love with her for as long as I can remember. Hell, I loved her long before I even knew what love was.

I parked my truck in the driveway and went into my house. My parents went to visit my aunt in Tampa this weekend, so I had the whole house to myself. That could come in very handy later if Amber wanted to stop by. I shoot her a quick text to let her know I am home. Maybe she will have the same ideas I’m having.

I waited a couple minutes for a reply. When I didn’t get one, I jumped in the shower. While I stood under the hot spray of the water, I couldn’t help but think about Amber. She is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. She is slim, but not too skinny. She has the most perfect tits. And, her ass, I can’t keep my hands off of it. I catch guys checking out her ass all the time. Her eyes, though, the most beautiful shade of chocolate brown, were my favorite attribute. I could get lost in her eyes. There was just something about them that was mesmerizing. At a whole foot shorter than me, five-foot-three, I couldn’t help but tease her. I love it, though.

I thought I heard the front door slam. Maybe Amber came over after all. I quickly rinsed off and got out of the shower. I dried off and wrapped the towel around my waist. I couldn’t wait to see her. I felt myself harden at the thought of being close to her. I walked out of the bathroom and into my bedroom, shocked to find Nora Lawson naked in my bed. It definitely wasn’t who I was expecting it to be. For the last four years, she has been trying to get me to sleep with her. This, however, was a whole new low. Even for her.

What the fuck are you doing in here? I yelled. I wanted to grab her and throw her out of my house. Unfortunately, I think she would have taken that as a come on.

Ah, what’s the matter, Kyle? You were very happy to see me when you first walked in, she said, staring at my crotch.

Too bad, the second my eyes landed on this bitch my dick shriveled right up as if I had jumped into a pool of ice water.

"Believe me, I wasn’t happy to see you. You need to get your clothes on and leave now. I have told you before, I want nothing to do with you!" I grabbed a pair of jeans and went back to the bathroom to get dressed. I had to get her the fuck out of here. I walked out of the bathroom just as Nora was leaving.

I have a feeling you are going to change your mind about me, Kyle. When your straight-laced girlfriend dumps your ass, you know where to find me, she said with a smirk. She knew something that I didn’t. I wasn’t in the mood to play games. I just wanted her gone.

Don’t hold your breath, Nora. She started to walk away. On second thought, maybe you should hold your breath, I said with my own smirk.

Fuck you, Kyle Connor! she spat as she slammed the front door.

Thank God she was gone. I threw on some socks, boots, and a t-shirt. As I was walking to the front door, I noticed an envelope on the floor. I picked it up. My name was typed on the front. I opened it up and was floored. There were two tickets and two backstage passes to see Breaking Benjamin. I love that band! Where the hell did these come from? This envelope wasn’t here when I came in. Then again, neither was Nora.

I looked at my phone, Amber still hadn’t replied to my text. That was strange. She usually responded right away. An uneasy feeling settled in my stomach. Something wasn’t right. I tried calling Amber’s cell phone. Straight to voice mail. The only time it did that was when she ignored the call. Why is she avoiding me? On a knee-jerk reaction, I decide I’m not going to wonder for long. I grab my keys and head out the door. I’m not waiting to find out.

On the way to Amber’s house, I called three more times. All three times it went straight to voice mail. Something was definitely wrong, but what? I drove a little faster. I don’t know why, but a feeling of dread washed over me. I felt it even worse as I parked my truck in Amber’s driveway. Her car was there. She was home. I walked up to the front door. Before I could knock, the door opened and Ima, Amber’s grandma, walked out, closing the door behind her.

What’s going on, Grams? I asked, my voice trembling. My knees felt weak. I sat on the wooden bench, which sat next to the front door. She looked torn. I knew whatever she was about to say was going to be something Amber told her to say. Gene and Ima have been like grandparents to me since I was only