**Karens P.O.V** Friday Morning
I open my eyes and he's still not here. He's been gone ever since last night and I'm worried. My phone haven't rang with a text or call from him and I made sure I turned my volume all the way up just in case.
But he hasn't called.
Last night, while waiting for him, I called The director of L.A.B and set a time for my interview. He asked if I would be there 1:00 pm sharp and of course I agreed. Its only 10:45 and I have more than enough time.
I'm sure Charles is OK. He wouldn't get himself into any trouble.
Right?
12:45 pm
Still no call from Charles and I'm already on my way to the interview. He's pissing me off right now. How the hell is he going to stay out all night with out saying Shit to me?
I grip the steering wheel tighter.
I can't be thinking about this. This interview is important to me and I'll be damned if he ruins this. If Mr. Bowman loves me in person just as much as he adores my writing, then I have no worries in getting in. And maybe even getting out of college early.
Now I'm gasped. I bite down on my lower lip.
I got this Shit.
