An Arranged Marriage Will I Love Him?

Chp 13. Good-Bye Dylan

I fidgeted in my seat, I was in a small cafe only ten minutes away from the Kennish's house. It was 9:00 am in the morning, since I couldn't sleep a wink last night. I was worrying that something was terribly wrong with Dylan. I ended up waking Kelly up at seven this morning for our daily excercise (she was not happy about it, she'd gone to bed at midnight.) Then she complained when I told her I had plans this morning and I had to tell her that our plans didn't start until after lunch. So here I was in a cafe at 9 in the morning drinking orange juice wondering where Dylan was and why he acted so strange on the phone.

The sound of a bell went off, my heart jumped then slowed down as I realized it was just some dude with a brief case. I sighed this totally sucked, I am not exactly the type to be patient. Ten minutes went by then ten more until finally it was 9:30, thirty minutes late I'm going to kill Dylan. The bell rang this time I didn't bother to even look up just stared lazily at my phone hoping at any moment Dylan would call or text an explanation.

"Are you expecting me to call?" A masculine voice asked.

Slowly I looked up from my phone to find no other than Sam standing right in front of me, "Hi Sam." I squeaked.

"Hey Cassy," Sam smiled weakly.

I sipped my juice feeling really awkward. What if Dylan walked in at this moment?

Sam sat down right next to me, "I did mean to call."

I rolled my eyes, "Sure you did just like all the other guys who've promised me they would."

"You've been seeing more guys?" Sam asked.

I rolled my eyes again. Where was this attitude coming from? "Come on Sam I'm being sarcastic."

"I know, I really am sorry," Sam continued, "I know this sounds stupid and you probably won't believe me but I took some advice from my friend Steven and he told me if I wanted another date with you I should wait a week before calling."

"You're right that does sound stupid," I said mad. Okay I'm mad at him but at the same time I'm glad to see him, curse the day I stopped believing in cootties.

"I told him you weren't like most girls, not that that's bad in fact I like that you are different, not that different is a bad thing-"

Is he going to keep rambling? It's kind of cute...I mean back to Sam talking, "Sam get to the point."

"What I'm trying to say is I shouldn't have listened to him and I should have called you the next day and I'm sorry," Sam apologized.

I tilted my head wondering if I should believe him, "How do I know your not just messing with me?"

"One my sister would kill me. Two I would kill me. Three I like you to much to mess with you and four my sister would kill me again," Sam said counting off his fingers.

He likes me too much? What does that mean? Okay calm down Cassandra he probably doesn't mean it like you think he means it. I mean the only guy you've ever been with and fallen in love with was Dylan but then again Dylan and I were so different. I rubbed my hand against my forehead, be cool be cool. Don't go all girly on him.

"I accept your apology," I said flatly.

Sam smiled, "Great."

"But," I started.

"Oh come on please don't tell me your not interested or have to leave the state or-"

I shook my head which was stupid because I should have told him I couldn't get involved with him but instead I said, "Just don't do what others do just because they said so."