Have it All

Okay, they say nobody can have it all. But clearly, that didn't apply to Jessie. Because she did have it all. She had her money, her career, her celebrity friends, and everybody's adoration. And to her, I was just another fan. Nothing worth paying attention to.

The fact that I knew that made me cry harder. I was sitting in the park again just thinking of what I should do next.

Back in the Ross house, Jessie was trying you figure out what was going on. She just couldn't stop staring at the photo I have given her.

"How…?" Jessie asked.

"We told you, Jessie. You and Teddy used to date." Emma said, taking the picture from her. The redhead still seemed not entirely convinced. But still, she turned to the girl, "Tell me more."

The kids smiled and started to tell the story, Jessie hanging onto every word they said.

I was at the bus station now when this was happening. I needed a ride back to the airport. She didn't remember me, so what's the point? I might as well just go home to my apartment in Connecticut where I belonged. I held my buss pass tightly in my hand and tucked it in my pocket. It was awfully windy, so I pulled my hair back into a ponytail and zipped up my jacket.

I heard a loud whoosh and an engine putter. My bus was here. I got up off my seat and handed the driver my ticket. I took a seat on the left side and gazed longingly out the window. Would she come for me? Probably not.

It was just as we turned a corner when I saw the Ross children, along with Jessie waving desperately at me. I wanted to get off, but it was too late. The bus rode on and on, until it stopped at my destination. I sighed and handed the driver a tip and walked through the bustling crowd to the airport.

I purchased a ticket to Connecticut and smiled at the desk lady. My flight left in no less than an hour. I didn't have all that much time, so I grabbed some lunch from the food court and a latte from Starbucks. About the time I finished my flight was called. I was headed home.

Back at the train station, Emma and Zuri were glaring daggers at Jessie, who looked uncomfortable.

"This is your fault." Emma said, crossing her arms.

"Mine?" Jessie scoffed, "How is this my fault?"

"Um, hello! For forgetting Teddy! If you had just believed us, then she wouldn't be heading back home now!"

"Well, its not my fault that I don't remember the girl. She must have not been very important to me. If she was, I wouldn't have forgotten her!"

"This is absolutely your fault, Jessie! You mean everything to her. I hate saying this, but ever since you became a celebrity you've been acting like a total snob."

Jessie gasped, "I have not!"

"Yes, you have." Zuri said, crossing her arms.

"It's a miracle you even remember us." Emma said.

"Of course I remember you guys! Why wouldn't I? You meant so much to me!"

"What I think—" Ravi said, "is that because we are the children of a director, that is why you remember us."

The rest of the kids nodded in agreement.

"And since Teddy isn't famous, you've forgotten all about her. You broke her heart, Jessie." Emma said.

The kids walked away from her, each with the same exact look of disappointment on their faces. Jessie just stood there, all alone, aghast.

I sat in my seat listening to music on my phone. The airplane was about to take off, but I didn't care all that much. I was going home. I was going to lay in my bed for three weeks or more, crying my eyes out. Like I did when I found out my ex-boyfriend from high school was cheating on me.

"What am I supposed to do?" Jessie asked to herself.

"How about smile for the camera?" A voice said behind her, and she was surrounded by cameras.

Jessie groaned and covered her eyes, shoving through the crowd to check the bus schedule. The next bus going to the airport would be here in twenty minutes. She took out her phone and dialed Emma's number.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Emma. Its Jessie."

"I know its you, because your name is in my contact list."

She ignored the comment, "The point is, I need you to tell me where Teddy lives."

"Why? Finally remember her?"

"No, but I feel like I need to make it up to her. So, do you know where she lives or not?"

"Fine…she lives in Connecticut now."

"Now? Where did Teddy used to live?"

"Colorado. She moved because she got accepted to Yale."

"Yale? Wow, that's one prestigious collage. Wait, how do you know all this?"

"Unlike you, I keep in touch with her. But unluckily for you, I don't know where she is. Address wise, I mean. As far as I know she lives in an apartment."

"Thanks Emma." Jessie ended the call.

She purchased a bus pass and soon was on her way to Connecticut. This was bad. This was very, very bad.

It was now she knew that Emma was right, her career had taken a toll on her. She had never meant to hurt anyone's feelings. She never meant to forget anybody. It just…happened. And it was all her own fault.

Stupid, stupid Jessie. I thought to myself.

I was mad and sad at the same time. I had been crying so hard that the neighbors upstairs heard me. I should hate Jessie, I really should. But somehow in my broken heart, I still loved her.

I was a mess. I was a pathetic mess. I had never felt this way about anybody in my entire life. I wished my best friend Ivy was here, because she would know how to console me. I knew I would never see my ex-girlfriend again.

But then the door opened.