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Chapter 2
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I look at Danny hesitantly and mouth, "go. Now." I assume he gets the message because with a frown, he returns to his seat. "And good riddance," I shout. He swivels his head of black hair and winks, then slowly turns back to watch to the movie that has long ago slipped our minds. Uggh.
Okay. Now back to the real problem.
The "Bigger" ring tone rings incessantly, urging me to pick up and get on with it. But I can't. It's like I'm welted in place by a super athletic penguin throwing icicles at me for target practice. What the hell? See, that's why girlfriends make pacts. Because if pacts didn't exist, girls would walk around and throw crazy remarks about penguins. Uggh.
If only I were in San Deigo right now, where I'm supposed to be, showing off my new pieces at Konstance&Eduardo art gallery along with the rest of Professor Watkins class, none of this would be happening. If only at the last minute I didn't decide to stay here in LA in order to freshen up with dabs of paint here and there on my showcase, I wouldn't be here with Danny. And if only I hadn't picked up the phone when he called and asked me to join him in reviewing the saga of a movie popular with teenagers and said no instead of yes, I wouldn't have been here.
Amber's name flashes in my face over and over.
Alright, alright, ALRIGHT.
I quickly press the talk button and bring my Blackberry Curve to my ear. Here comes nothin' eh?
"Hey Nicky! Ohmigod how's San Diego?!?! When are you coming back! I'm so bored and I can't seem to find Danny anywhere!" I can picture her pouting and hear her grumbling about "Danny's lack of affection" under her breath.
I can also hear Emily and Naomi laughing in the background. Those two are supposed to be working on their essays which are due in like, two hours. Idiots.
"That asshole! How he can do this to me Nick?!?! I mean here I am, waiting to watch a movie with him, dressing up and everything and then what do I get? A text message saying he can't make it! The nerve! You know what? I'm just going to go down there and watch it myself! If that stupid jerk won't come with ME, I'll just bring one of the girls and we can go together!"
Gulp.
"No-no Amber, don't."
"Huh?"
"No, don't, stay there, I'll swing by your house....." I sneak a glance at Danny who seems to be studying me. Gosh those blue eyes of his make me lightheaded...."Nicky? You still there?" "What? Oh, uh, yeah. So anyways, I was going to surprise you, but since you're all upset I'd rather not. See, I came early from Diego so yeah, I'll be at your house in a of couple hours. So stay at home!"
"Nicky? What's wrong?"
Oh gosh my best friend is so damn perspective it's going to be the death of me.
"Nothing! Bye, see you in a few!' I hang up and heave a tremendous sigh of relief. My body slides down the wall and I land on the gum infested floor. I pull myself in a ball and just sit there, in shock.
Watching Bella slap Paul on the big screen.
Danny, figuring out my source of post depression, stays in his seat for a little bit. He's known me since the day I threw my Ken Barbie doll at him in kindergarten, so he can distinguish between when I want keep to myself and when I want to be comforted. Right now, I want to be alone. However Danny, remember, knows me very very well. So he closes his eyes and waits for 5 minutes, my cooling down period, to pass.
