Indebted

Here Goes Nothing

I consider myself to be a patient person. I mean my career is based off of being patient. I have to wait multiple times throughout the day, because baking takes time. So over the years I have learned to become patient.

But these last three days have been absolutely hell. I mean I just wanted to know what would happen. At this point though I was starting to doubt whether or not I should have even asked Mr. Ricci for the favor, I mean I was basically getting into the school the cheaters way. And I didn't want that.

But I also really wanted to get in. The two parts of me were warring against each other, each side fighting for dominance in a battle that shouldn't have been started in the first place.

But that wasn't the only reason these days had been awful. I still hadn't told Mike what had happened. I wanted to know the final answer when I told him, I also didn't want him to think less of me, if I told him how I got in.

I hadn't been avoiding him, in fact we had dinner together last night. But when ever he would ask about the letter I would have to lie to him and tell him that I still hadn't gotten it yet. It killed me lying to him. He didn't deserve it.

I think that he noticed the battle being cough in me, because when he saw me last night he had a worried look about him. He knew something was up, but he didn't know what it was. When he asked me if I was ok I just told him it was nerves. At least that hadn't been a full blown lie.

I was nervous, extremely nervous, just not in the sense that he believed me to be. And that was another thing, the nerves. They were a constant in those days. All I could feel was that butterfly feeling in my stomach. I had the constant urge to tap my fingers, to check the time, and see if another day had gone by, and I just hadn't noticed.

But today was the day. I only had a few more hours of waiting, hours that would go by excruciatingly slow. Mr. Ricci had called me earlier in the day and had told me to come by his flat at around 4 to deliver the news.

When I heard his voice I tried to discern, what his emotions were, so that maybe I could try and figure out if I had gotten in, but it was to no avail. His voice was smooth and unwavering, it didn't give anything away.

As I predicted, time dragged on slowly, and with every minute I was getting more and more anxious. But finally 3:30 rolled around, and I began my walk towards his flat.

I grabbed my keys, and purse and left my apartment, making sure to lock my door before leaving. I headed down stairs, and began the twenty minute walk to the high rise.

It took shorter than I expected to reach his building, granted I did speed walk. Hopefully he wouldn't be mad, though I doubt he would be, he didn't seem like that kind of person.

I pressed the button to the top floor, and tried not to fidget as I waited in the elevator. When I walked out I was surprised to see Vince waiting outside the door.

"Does he not let you into the flat?" I asked
perplexed.

He rolled his eyes before answering. "I'm waiting for you, how else could you get in." He spoke as if he was talking to a five year old. This caused me to scowl at him.

"Oh I dunno maybe that's why doorbells were invented. Or hey you know those things called cellphone? Ya well they work great too." I smirked up at him, having to crane my head back to see his face.

He just rolled his eyes, before punching in the pin for the keypad. He once again led me through the living room of the flat, though this time it looked more used. The last time I was here it barely looked used, this time though, it was messier, and the couch actually looked like it had been laid on.