Wednesday, February 14, 2007

Chapter Eighty

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When I my plane landed I was so nervous! I had never done anything so crazy. All I had was purse and the clothes on my back! I didn't even have a place to stay. I thought of calling my Aunt, or even Ryan. I decided I would just stay at a hotel for a night or two to figure myself out. After I picked up my bag I took a cab to a hotel that wasn't far from where I used to live. I decided that this time I was going to make it on my own in New York. I didn't want help from my family. I had my credit card and would pay back anything I purchased on it after I got a job. When I thought of working, I thought of Matt. I decided in the morning I was going to go see him. I walked up to my room and layed down on the bed. I couldn't believe what a crazy day I had. I picked up my phone and called Nick.
"Hey! Are you okay? Where are you?" He asked me.
"I'm in New York." I told him.
"Seriously? We didn't think you would actualy go. We've been waiting for a few hours expecting you back." He said.
"Well, I'm actually in New York." I told him, and giggled.
"Well, I'm glad you sound happy." He said.
"Thank you." I told him. We talked for a few minutes, then I called my mom, friends, and Jaime. I tried calling Johnny, but he didn't answer his phone.
When I was done calling everyone, I got up and took a really long, hot shower then layed down in bed and watched 10 Things I Hate About You. It was one of my favorite movies, but I was so tired I fell asleep and missed the ending.

The next morning I got dressed. I wished I had packed some clothes and make-up! I tried my best to look as nice as possible for when I saw Matt. I thought of calling him, but decided I would surprise him instead. I was so nervous I dropped my purse twice on the way out of the Hotel. The second time the Doorman picked it up for me, and I blushed.
"Have a good day ma'am." He said.
"Thanks." I told him and rushed off. I hailed a cab and road to my old office building. My hands were shaking so much I dropped the money trying to hand it to the cab driver. He yelled at me, but I couldn't understand what he was saying. I just got out and walked quickly inside.
"Sam!" Bevin shouted when she saw me. She was working at the front desk. She ran over and hugged me.
"How are you?" She shouted.
"Good. Is Matt here?" I asked her.
"Yeah, he's in his office." She said.
"Thanks." I told her and walked into his office. Matt has his back turned to the door. He was on the phone and looking at something out the window. He hung up the phone, and I cleared my throat. He jumped and turned around.
"Sam?" He asked.
"Yeah. I couldn't do it. I came back." I told him.
"Thats good." He said.
"Yeah. Um, I was wondering if I could have my old job back?" I asked him.
"We already hired a girl to replace you." He said.
"There are other jobs here, right?" I asked him. He shook his head now.
"Oh." I said, confused. He didn't seem happy to see me. "I'm sorry I left the way I did."
"Me too. But it's over now." He said. We both just stood there.
"Was that all you needed?" He asked me.
"Well, I was actaully coming more to ask you if you wanted to go to dinner or dancing." I said.
"No." He said, kind of harshly. He must have seen the shocked look on my face.
"I'm sorry. That came out mean. I'm being a jerk." He said, and sighed. He sat down in his chair and rubbed his temples. "Sam, of course you can have your old job back. But we can't see each other. Not anything more as just friends." He said.
"Okay." I said, trying not to cry.
"I'm sorry, but you really broke my heart. And I feel foolish to feel that way. The more I think about it the more I know we would never work out." He said.
"But-"
"Sam. I'm sorry." He said.
"When can I start?" I asked, looking away from him. I didn't want him to see my eyes watery.
"Whenever you can is fine." He said.
"Thank you." I said, and ran out of his office, and out of the building. By then I was crying. I tried hailing several cabs, but none of them stopped! I probably looked rediculous running through the streets, tears streaming down my face. I saw the entrance for the Subway and ran down it. I got on and sat on the bench crying. Everyone ignored me. I didn't even know where I was going. I didn't care either! The subway stopped and people shuffled off, and new people shuffled on. I wiped some of the tears off my face and tried to get myself under control. Suddenly a black bandana was held in front of me. I looked up and gasped.

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