Arrival (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 8

When I walk into my room I flop down on my bed and let out a huge sigh. I'm not really going 'dress shopping', am I? Well, I guess I have to. I've never been to a dance before so it's not like I have anything to wear. Within the past few days I've developed almost a fear of Mason. I feel like he's hiding something from me. I feel like a lot of people are hiding something from me. As I lay on my bed I feel a ping in my chest and Austin comes to mind. A tear falls from my eye because of the menories that flood into my mind. It's been 7 months since the breakup. I don't think I'm ever going to see him again and there's nothing I can do about it. I think I'm going insane. Maybe I just need some sleep.

I wake up around 6 and wipe under my eyes with the back of my hand. I don't know why I'm getting so upset about someone who I'm supposed to have gotten over. Hoping he will help me forget about Austin, I pick up my phone and call Mason. I put it to my ear when a loud noise startles me. The line is busy. I mean, of course it is. Maybe this is a sign or something. Like I should stay away from him. I decide I'm just being silly and forget it.

After a few hours of reading, my dad arrives home. I walk downstairs to go talk to him. Recently I've felt a strange distantance from him, yet he's the only person I feel comfortable around.

"Hello Callie. Nice to see you this year."

"What do you mean?"

"Ever since you started that project you go straight to your room everyday. I hope everything is okay."

He's right. I never even noticed how much time I've spent alone.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I've just been worn out recently from finals and such. I'm a little stressed out because of prom and graduation, but I'm fine."

"Okay, just making sure. Hold on, you're going to Prom? I didn't think you were a dance type of person."

"Me neither." I laugh and so does he.

"May I ask for the name of the young man taking you there?"

"Dad, it's nothing for you to worry about."

"Alright fine. I just hope that you realize he's getting my permission before taking you anywhere."

"Oh, fine." I hear my phone ringing upstairs. I give my dad a look as if to ask if I can go answer it, and he nods in agreement. I run up the stairs and pick up my phone.

"Hello?"

"Hey Callie, it's Mason. I'm sorry I didn't answer before."

He has got to be bipolar or something.

"It's okay. I was just looking for someone to talk to. I'm glad you're in a good mood"

"Oh yeah, I'm really sorry for being such a bastard to you today. Just a lot going on right now. I would love if I could still take you to Prom."

"Of course you can. I'm looking foward to it."

"Cool. We should go somewhere together tomorrow. Are you free?"

"That kind of sounds nice. I actually don't have any plans, thank you for the invite."

"No problem. I'm gonna hit the hay now. I'm not going to be in class tomorrow because I have to leave early, so I will see you around 5. Goodnight."

"Okay, cool. Night."

I hang up, leaving myself in a good mood, but I'm also tired. I'm happy to have gotten a call from him.