I slowly open my eyes when I hear a nurse come in, and she asks me my name, my age, and proceeds to check my vitals. She also told me I will be released in two days. They apparently want to keep me under surveillance in case my concussion is worse than originally diagnosed, as well as the fact that my ribs are healing along with my leg. She leaves and I am alone in the dark hospital room. I guess I sleep through the whole day.
Realizing I have to pee, I press the nurse assistance button, soon a woman is here. She assists me into the bathroom. As I wash my hands, I look at myself in the mirror. I feel disgusting, and I can still feel the sweat from my run still sticking on my skin. I wonder if I'll be able to take a shower soon. I hobble back to bed and can't stop thinking about how this all happened. Suddenly I remembered, I was going to meet Ethan. He most likely thinks I ditched him. I stood him up. He will have to understand. Right? I look around me, I cannot find my phone.
If I call the nurse again she will be annoyed, she has better things to do then answer my stupid question about a phone. I need to text him, I need to tell him I didn't stand him up, at least on purpose. The feelings of guilt and despair settle in. I was so excited to finally meet him. What if he's really mad and won't talk to me anymore? What if he never forgives me? I stare at the tiles on the ceiling as these thoughts circle my brain. I was really looking forward to meeting him and now I'm here, in the hospital, unable to contact him. I'm really sorry Ethan...
Ethan
Today has been a crazy day, but as the chime of the bell rings overhead the stress of the day leaves my body. I have reached St. Lucy's Cafe. The time is 11:30 am, and I think that Sara will be here around 12 since that is typically when lunch is. But just in case she is early, I decided I would be early too. I don't want her to wait for me, because what kind of gentlemen would leave a lady to wait? I slid into a two-person booth, my knee constantly bouncing in anticipation. I order a black coffee from the waitress, deciding I need a drink to pass the time.
Looking down at my black jeans and a white t-shirt, I start to question my outfit. What if I didn't dress up enough? We are only at a cafe, but what if she's taking this meeting super seriously? Then I look like a jerk. I really want to impress her. That's why I have a bouquet of white lilies with me. I don't know why I want to impress her, we only talk on the phone, but she seems so nice and beautiful. It doesn't even matter what she looks like, she is already so beautiful to me.
As I sip on my coffee, I jump every time the bell chimes, looking up to only look down again when I see it's not a girl my age. Reexamining my outfit, I start to question it again. I decided to drive my less flashy car, a simple black BMW. Although I would prefer to drive my Tesla or my baby, my matte black Yamaha YZF-R6. But I'm not trying to scare her. Motorcycles either really intrigued girls or really deter them, so I'm playing it safe.
The BMW was the best bet, not as flashy as my tesla or scary as my bike. I also chose the BMW so I do not come across as too wealthy. Of course, the BMW is a nice car but I can easily play it off as my father. Maybe I should just tell her that my dad is the founder and CEO of Zoom, the largest online shipping company. Therefore, my father is one of the richest men alive. My mother helps manage the company, being the secretary to my father. A match made in heaven.
How am I supposed to tell her this? Hey Sara, it's so nice to meet you! By the way, I'm super rich and my father owns Zoom. I just don't want her to use me for my money Or think that I'm a prick because I'm rich. Ew, rich. What an awful term. I would way rather live normally, but of course, that life is not for me. I am grateful for all the opportunities I am given though. I go to the best private school in the country: St. Paul's Academy for Boys, which is where I board during the school year.
Next year, I will have the opportunity to apply to all the best universities, international and in Canada. I know my mother is hoping I will apply to Harvard, and my SAT scores were good enough to get in, so why not? Money is no object, so I can really do whatever. I just don't want Sara to think of me differently. So many people use me thinking if they are my friend that I will magically take them back to my home or take them on a lavish vacation. That's not friendship. I have some true friends, even one
I've known my whole life, but I also have a friend that doesn't go to my school. But of course, they don't know my real name, I'm a totally different person when I'm with them. I don't go by my real name so that my parents don't find out and so people don't use me. I don't know why I told Sara my real name, but she doesn't know my last name so I guess that gives me a little more time to decide what to do. I look at the time, it has reached 12. I wonder how much longer she will be. I look to the waitress who looks at me, and I lift my cup to signal for a refill. I sip slowly on the hot liquid while staring at the door as more time passes.
Usually, lunch is at 12, so setting a lunch date without time means 12, right? I keep looking around, thinking maybe she forgot. I send her a quick text asking if she is on her way. I send her another text asking if she needs a ride. No response and the clock signal 1 o'clock. I pay. No response to my texts and waiting for an hour and a half is enough for me to understand she is most likely not coming. I brush myself off as I stand. Sighing, I text my friend Phillip that I can, in fact, hang out today seeing I just got ditched. I don't tell him that though.
He would never let me live it down saying, "The famous Ethan, ditched by a girl," and he would laugh his damn ass off. I didn't even tell him I'm coming today, and he doesn't even know I was talking to this girl. Plus, our talks were not romantic, right? It's not like I wanted this girl to be my girlfriend since I don't even know what she's like in person. As the bell chimes, signaling that I'm leaving, I look down to the flowers in my hand and then look back to the waitress who has a sad look on her face. Maybe she's having a bad day. I walk back into the cafe and hand her the flowers. She smiles down at them.
"For my pretty waitress," I say.
She blushes saying thanks and I head out the door.
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I am so excited to share this chapter, you guys. I had alot of fun writing as Ethan. Maybe there will be more in Ethan's perspective????? Love you all!! Also, chapter 40! That's crazy
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