The Walk

Chapter 5

"Hello"  Blake answered

"I got sickatmyinterviewandthrewup" i cried 

"Wait now breathe and tell me slower, try not to cry." he said calming

"Okay, I got sick before my interview andithrewupeverywhere." I started crying

"okay you got sick at your interview and you thew up?" he asked

"yeaasssss" I cried

"Okay where are you?" He asked

"in my car in front of my building." I cried

"okay go to your apartment and I'll meet you there okay?" he said

"No I cant be a failure in front of Callie." I said

"She is your best friend, she doesn't care." he said

"Please can I just come by your place?" i asked

"Okay I live in the same building you do, just on the sixth floor." he said I'll meet you there.

"What you live in the same building!?" i asked

"yeah I found out yesterday." he laughed 

"well I guess I'll see you then." I said hanging up the phone and getting out of the car.

I wiped the tears off my cheeks and tried not to look like a girl that just went through a bad break-up. I kept replaying the scene from this morning over and over in my head. I can still see the front desk lady, she was blonde her hair pulled up in a bun and a nice office suit. Her face went completely white the minute my vomit hit the floor. That's when I charged for the door as fast as my little legs could take me. I walked into the front lobby and when I say everyone I mean everyone was staring at me. It was like they have never seen a grown woman, completely ruin a big interview or something. I quickly walked to the elevator with my head low and tried not to make eye contact with anyone. I pushed the round button that said four by accident, it was out of habit but maybe it was God's way of watching out for me because when I saw my reflection in the elevator doors I knew i had to do something about it. I listened to the elevator ding for times then the elevator doors opened on my floor I took a deep breath not ready to face Callie as a failure just yet but I definitely didn't want to show Blake my horrendous face. My eyes were all puffy and red from the tears, I had snot running down my nose it just wasn't pretty at all. I opened the door to my apartment to my relief Callie passed out asleep on the couch, she had Netflix on watching New Girl. It was her new favorite show she said she can relate to Cece and I'm more of a Jess. I tried not to take offense to that because Zoey Deschanel was gorgeous and I would kill for her eyes. Most people think they are too big but I love them, they are stunning to me but her character in the show is kind of a dork so, Callie saying I relate to her is kinda like saying I'm a dork. 

Thinking I was in the clear, I closed the door, which of course with the great luck I am having today Callie woke up. She yawned and rubbed her eyes, I quickly dashed to our room hoping i made if before she noticed.

"lana?" she asked

"Shit" I mumbled under my breath

"Is that you? How did the Interview go? did you wow?" she asked walking into the room

I turned and looked at her, my eyes glossing over again. Oh goodness here come the water works. "I wowed them" I said my voice catching in my throat, I was trying not to cry.

"Lana what happened?!" She asked concerned

I put on better, more comfortable clothes. I grabbed my grey loose t-shirt and some sweat pants before I sat down in the bean bag chair. I grabbed the blanket closest to me and rambled on about how I completely botched my interview.