Pizza & Wings

3 No Contact

Lizette

My alarm went off at 7 am. My flight was leaving at 10 am EST, which would put me in LA at 1 pm PST. Avi promised that he would be at the airport to pick me up and I was desperate to see him. There was still no message from him of any kind when I woke up. I quickly showered and packed my bag. My laptop was in my carry on and my phone was fully charged. I did a quick sweep and headed down to the lobby. I checked out and caught the shuttle to the airport. I tried calling Avi, but his phone went straight to voicemail. I hung up before I could say something I might regret. I was pissed. I know he had gone out last night because a fan posted a selfie with him at a bar on Twitter. That I was okay with because it happens all of the time. I was pissed because I have no idea who he was out with and he had not responded to any of my messages and now his phone was either dead or turned off. If it was dead, it meant he wasn't home, and he never turns it off. I debating contacting his mom or Marisa, but it was still very early in California. I guess he would just have to explain himself when he picked me up.

I got to the airport, checked in for my flight, and grabbed some breakfast. They called for boarding and I got in line. I found my seat and got settled. After take off I managed to fall asleep, but I had a horrible nightmare. I dreamt that I arrived in LA only to be greeted by Avi and his ex making out at baggage claim. He began to inform me that we were done and he was going back to her. I woke up just as we were landing. Shaking myself out of my sleep induced stupor, I took my phone off airplane mode. I silently prayed for there to be a message from Avi, but nope, still nothing. I was mentally trying to give him the benefit of the doubt, but my imagination had other plans.

In the past eight months, we had never really had a fight. We had had minor disagreements or stupid squabbles, but no actual fights. I had a feeling that was going to change today. I gathered my things and got off of the plane. I went to baggage claim and found my bag pretty quickly. We had agreed to meet at the coffee shop at the west entrance. I got there and looked around. He was not here. I looked at the time. My flight had arrived a little early, but he was usually early too. I ordered a peppermint tea and found a table to sit at. Thirty minutes later, my tea was gone and there was still no Avi in sight. I attempted calling him again. It still went straight to voicemail. This time I didn't show the same restraint as before. "Hi Avi, it's me, Lizette, your girlfriend. You are supposed to be picking me up at the airport, but you are not here. You have thirty more minutes. If you aren't here by then, you will find me at my place and you better have a damn good explanation for the past 24 hours."

I hit the end button. I was justified in being this upset, right? I thought about calling and leaving an apology message, but I changed my mind. I was still pissed. Thirty more minutes passed and I was done. I called an uber and had it take me to my apartment. I unpacked my suitcase, threw in a load of laundry, and sat down to write the interview part of the article. I managed to write the entire thing with no one showing up at my door. I hadn't decided if I was actually going to open the door or not if he did. That's when the tears started to fall and for the life of me, I couldn't make them stop.