I finally made it back to my apartment. Callum held onto my two bags, and I took the key out of the ignition. I jumped out of my car, making my way to the building. Callum gaped. “Less drooling more walking. Come on!” I called to him, and he snapped out of his daze, running up the stairs after me. “Good evening, sir.” I said to the doorman, and he said, “Good evening, Belle. How was your day?” I smiled. “It was great. Thanks for asking!” He nodded, and I hopped onto the elevator. “Hurry!” I said to Callum, who greeted the doorman. Mr. Thomas nodded, and Callum jumped in with me. “Here, I’ll take one now.” Callum moved the bags away from me. “No. They’re heavy.” I snatched a bag from Callum and exited the elevator. He followed me. We walked down a dim lighted hallway until I got all the way to the end. I unlocked my door, putting the bag on the floor. “Come in.” I said, opening the door for Callum. “Holy shit, look at that view!” Callum shouted, dropping the bag on my foot. My damn foot. “Damnit, Callum! That was my foot!” He didn’t care. He walked over to the building, looking at the view. Indeed, it was amazing. I walked over to the window, mimicking Callum’s movement. I put my hand on the window. “What are you thinking about?” He asked me. “A lot of things.” Now Callum began to face me. He moved closer, and closer, until I could feel him towering over me. He touched my arm, and just then my phone rang. “Damn,” Callum muttered, and turned back to look out the window. “I’ll be right back.” I said, excusing myself from his presence. “Hello?” I said into the phone. “Isabella! It’s me, Rebecca. It’s a Friday, do you know what that means?!” Becca, also my best friend since birth, said into the phone. “Oh Becca, I missed you all week! I didn’t get to see you!” I whined back. “Don’t worry babe, I’m here now!” She said, and I laughed. “Who’s that?” Callum shouted. “Whoa, that doesn’t sound like Chase.” I bit my lip. “Rebecca, that’s just my friend from a while ago. He’s uh, just in my apartment, looking out at the view.” Becca made a whistling noise. Rebecca knew Callum, she just didn't know that he was here. “Is Chase home?” She asked. I sighed. “No, he works late tonight,” I yawned. “I think he’s mad at me because I didn’t want to take a trip to France with him. I’d be mad at me too,” I finished. “Why didn’t you go?” Becca said. “School. It’s so time consuming. Remember when we used to sit in the same seats?” I could hear Becca laugh on the other end of the phone. “Yeah. But, Mr. Reynolds wouldn’t let you go?” I shook my head. “Nope. I wish I could go.” I said. “Sucks for you.” Becca said. “Shut up, “ I said playfully. “So, I will say this again. What are we going to do tonight? Or do you have a date with the mystery guy?” She screamed the last part so now even Callum could hear. He couldn’t help but laugh now. I just turned pink again. “I gotta go, bye Becca! I’ll call you back later.” I didn’t even wait for her reply, but instead just hung up. “Get ready for our date!” Callum said, ruffling my hair again. “Stop.” I said, smacking his arm away, and walking into my room. “Put on something hot, and make yourself look good! Then again, that wouldn’t be so hard,” He muttered the last part. “I heard that!” I called out to him. “You were supposed to!” He said back, and I tried to hide the smiled on my face.
About an hour later, I was walking out the house in a blue dress to my mid thigh. It was V cut in the front and had ruffles. I had on black heels and very little make up, and my hair was down to my shoulders again. I stopped before getting into the passenger’s side of my car. “Are you sure I’m not overdressed? I look horrible.” I said, wiping my forehead. Callum gave me a small bump. “Isabella, you look amazing. Now, get in the car.” I obeyed, and climbed in quickly, letting Callum drive me off to wherever.
Callum’s Point of View.
As we were eating, I was thinking of different conversation topics I could come up with. We had been sitting in silence for almost twenty minutes. I opened my mouth. “So…” I began. “Why did you leave?” I looked at my Isabella in the eyes. I knew this topic would come up soon, and I knew there was no way I could avoid it. Nonetheless, I wasn’t even surprised. Just nervous. “Excuse me?” I said, taking a sip of my drink. “You heard me.” She said, sending daggers at me from across the table. “I—I didn’t. Sorry.” I stuttered. “Why did you leave? Why did you even bring me here, Callum? I know you better than that.” She said, her face softening up. “I—I…” I stuttered again, becoming more than nervous. “I guess I’ll get going,” She muttered, becoming angry once again. She began to get up, and pulled her bag and jacket with her. “Wait, wait. Isabella, wait!” I called out to her, and now people in the restaurant were watching. I gave them a small reassuring smile and left money on the table, chasing after Isabella. I ran out the doors and looked around. Isabella’s car was still parked. I had the keys anyway. But, across the lot, I could see her tugging at the door’s handle. “Ugh, stupid car!” She screamed out, wiping her eyes. “Isabella!” I called out. She turned around to see me, and I could tell she was crying. I began to run toward her. Instead, she ran towards the woods. “God, Isabella! Slow down!” She was running way faster than me, even in heels. I was impressed. Lauren couldn’t do that to save her life. I smiled to myself, and then remembered what I was running for. The woods came to a stop, and now there was an opened. Sort of like a dead end. It was like a meadow, the river’s sound relaxing me. I could see Isabella lying down in the grass. I slowly walked over to her, planting myself next to her. We didn’t talk. We didn’t move. We sat back, staring at the stars. I was thankful for the peaceful moment. Until Isabella’s cell phone rang. She pressed the red button, causing the call to go to voice mail. I looked over at her. She was still crying. She now sat up, pulling her knees to her body. I moved closer, putting my arms out to hug her. “I don’t think that’s a good idea,” She said through tears. I nodded slowly, moving even closer, so now our legs were touching. “If you didn’t want to tell me, which was all you needed to say, I would understand. It was probably hard for you.” She said, wiping her eyes. “Isabella, I am so sorry.” I confessed. Before she could say anything, I began again. “I didn’t want to hurt you, and you know that. Hell, I think it hurt me more than it hurt you. You’re my best friend, and I love you. I never meant to make you cry. I know there’s nothing I could possibly do that could make you forgive me, but I’m going to start trying. First, by telling you the truth.” I finished, out of breath. She took a long sigh, and before I knew it, she hugged me. I took a moment to react, but when I did I wrapped my arms around her waist, and I buried her in my arms. Isabella looked up at me, and I told her everything.
