Love 101

C H A P T E R O N E

I angrily pick up my phone and call Jacob's number one more time. Ring ring ring. Hello this is Jacob Richard I can't get to the phone right now I'll call you back as soon as possible.
No answer. I pick up my things and walk out of the Olive Garden doors. It's been 2 hours I think to myself. Where is he? I try to call him one more time out of desperation just to hear his voice but it goes straight to voicemail unlike the last time. That means he purposely ignored my phone call. Huh. I wonder what that was about. I decide to just go ahead and drive home fed up with waiting for my boyfriend to come any longer. I get into my car and go straight to my apartment to wallow in self pity of him not showing up to our date. By the time I reach my apartment angry tears have raced down my tears each because of disappointment why he didn't show up this time. I turn my car off and slam the door shut out of anger. I enter the plain white lobby and head straight for the stairs without a second look back. I reach apartment 13B and try Jacobs number one more time,which he doesn't pick up, and then throw my jacket and purse on the headboard of my bed. I quickly change into one of Jacobs old shirts even though I'm mad at him, I love his smell. The familiar smell of his Polo cologne and a faint mint engulfs me the moment I put it on and it makes me go through a rush of sadness because he didn't come to our third makeup date without any advancements before we went or even a text saying sorry I couldn't make it. After I get my phone turned off in no mood to get my hopes even lower with calling him repeatedly, I walk into the kitchen and look for left overs to demolish with my stomach growling because I denied its requests to eat Olive Garden breadsticks while I was there. I find a few prices of pizza from last night and decide to warm them up.
While the pizza warns up I try to think of excuse to why Jacob didn't show up. Why he hasn't been acting himself the last few weeks and how he has looked drained every time I see him wether it is eight in the morning or afternoon. I hear the familiar beep of the microwave telling me that my pizza is ready so I quickly grasp a champagne glass and a bottle of wine to drown my worries about Jacob.
I quickly eat the pizza while occasionally taking a few sips out of the red wine glass. Once I finish I head into my room and grab my laptop and try to look for jobs that I'm able to get without a college degree in one tab and open another and think of more dream jobs I could get with my college degree. My search isn't very successful because I have already done this four times today. I close the tabs and open a new one and type my only college choice into the search bar and click on it. I check the date and realize there are fifty days until I hit my deadline and have to decide if I am going to go to college and get my degree or just rely on my high school degree for the rest of my life. I check the time in the bottom right hand corner and realize it is half past midnight. I quickly plug my laptop into the charger and quietly pray to God that Jacob is okay and that we will be okay together.