I’m calling to speak with
you regarding the rumors that Noah Walker and Dean Marshall from Subzero broke two
barstools and a man’s leg doing back flips off the bar at Tomfoolereys. If you
could please.....”
I
sat there in amazement. Really? Seriously.....this has got to be some sort of a
test or something right? Let’s see how far we can push Chloe like they are a
bunch of two year olds testing their limits with a new babysitter. I glanced at
the clock on my computer. I had a client coming in any minute so this was just
going to have to wait until later.
Just
as surfer boy Kyle was walking in, a young singer was walking out of Skylar’s
office. Kyle looked her up and down. “Well hello there gorgeous!” he said to
her with a wink.
The
girl gave me a look that clearly said “Is this guy for real” and we both shook
our heads.
He
watched her and her mom walk away and then he looked at me and nodded. “Sup?”
“She’s
like sixteen, that’s ‘sup.” I said.
“Overprotective.
I dig it.”
“I
take it your Kyle Anderson.”
“You
are correct foxy lady.”
Seriously? Who does this guy think he is? Kyle sat down and we talked for
about twenty minutes, which was about as long as I could take him. It took
everything I had not to ask him about when he married Julissa. If he had stayed
any longer or if Jonathan wasn’t there I may have asked him.
After
Kyle left, Jonathan and I went down to get some lunch. Lunch with him was kind
of awkward. Jonathan is a nice guy and all, but he’s my boss and I had no idea
what to talk to him about. After forty five minutes of forced conversation
about work, we headed back upstairs. I had been back in my office for about
five minutes when Jonathan popped his head in.
“You
know seeing as it is your first week and it is Friday, you can head out early.
Get an early start on your weekend.” He said.
“Thanks
Jonathan,” I said with a hint of surprise in my voice,” That would be great,
just let me know when I should go.”
“Chloe,
go.....now.....start your weekend. Meet people and have fun.” He said with a smile.
“Are
you sure? Thanks!” I said as I grabbed my stuff.
“Have
a great weekend.” He said.
“I
will, you too and thanks again.” I said as I walked out.
I
got home and wondered if maybe I should have stayed at work. I had no idea what
I was going to do with my evening, let alone my weekend.
First
things first, I wanted to get out of my work clothes. I headed into the bedroom
and changed into a pair of jeans and a tan and pink striped sweater. I tried to
thinking of something I could do that would pass time. I grabbed a puzzle out
of my hall closet and sat down on the living room floor. I got the entire
outline of the puzzle put together when the most depressing thought of my life
hit me. I was twenty five years old and I was sitting at home...alone...on a Friday
night...doing a puzzle. Why did I even have this? I couldn’t figure out what my
thought process could have been when I packed this. I looked around the room
and a piece of paper sticking out of my purse caught my eye.
I
grabbed the piece of paper, opened my cell phone and punched in a phone number.
“Hey
Jocalyn, its Chloe are you still free tomorrow night?”
Chapter Four
––––––––
I woke up the next morning and immediately started to panic. I couldn’t believe I
agreed to go tonight. For a split second I considered calling Jocalyn back and
faking an illness, but she was so excited when I called her last night. There’s
no turning back now, I’m just gonna have to buck up and go. Besides, I know if
I call her and bum her out, I’m just going to end up feeling bad and calling
her for a third time to say I’ll go. So I might as well save myself the
headache and show up. It can’t be that bad right? I glanced towards my closet
and decided that this called for a new outfit.
I
took a quick shower, made the decision to let my hair air dry because, if I