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Becks
Chapter 7: Not Cool Anymore
I walked back tot he table and didn't say anything. I pretended nothing happened. I kept looking at the bathroom door thinking they were going to come out. The waitress came and asked me if I wanted dessert.
"Uhh... No thanks."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah. Thanks."
"Alright."
I kept waiting for Shane. He didn't come out. I got tired of waiting and went into the bathroom to look for him.
"Excuse me, Miss. This is the boys' room." An old man was standing by the sink.
"Sorry, sir. I was just looking for someone." I looked around and it was empty except for the man. I decided to leave. I walked back to the table and then walked over to Niki.
"Hey. Umm. I'm gonna go."
"What? Why? What happened?"
"This is just how I expected it to be. Shane's self-centered. I sang for him in the bathroom, and he date-ditched me."
"Oh my gosh! I am so sorry!"
"Me too. This just isn't cool anymore."
"Do you want me to come with you?"
"No. Actually, I would prefer it if you stayed. You should stay. Have a good time. You deserve it. You won this thing. Have fun. I'll see you later."
"Okay. Bye, Becks." I walked out of the restaurant and looked out onto the busy street. There was no chance I was going to get a cab. It was New York, after-all.I decided to thing was, I had no idea where I was going. I mean, I knew where the hotel was, but not the street name or where in New York it was. So I started walking down the street. I pulled out my iPod and plugged in, just to try to forget about stupid Shane, the kiss, even going there. It never would have happened if Niki hadn't have won that stupid contest. In my distress, I started to cry.
"Hey, are you okay?" I stopped and turned to look at whoever was talking to me.
"I'm fine."
"You don't look fine. Where are you going? I can walk you." The guy that had taken even a slight interest in me was wearing straight leg jeans, with a long sleeved blue shirt that showed off his muscles. Also, in-hand, was a half burnt cigarette.
"No thanks."
"No, it's alright. I don't mind. Besides, I know this place. Where you heading?"
"Uhh... The Carlyle."
"Upper east side. Nice. I know where that is."
"I can find it myself, thanks."
"I can bet you've never been to upper east side. You will need an escort."
"Alright."
"My name's Adam. Yours?"
"That's on a need to know basis."
"Whatever floats your boat. What are you doing out here all alone?"
"My best friend won a contest to meet Connect Three and dragged me here involintarily and I met... one. And he date-ditched me."
"That sucks. Did he kiss you?"
"That's confidentail."
"Okay, whatever." We kept walking and I just looked down at the sidewalk. "Looks like we're here." I looked up and say it. The Carlyle. Thank God.
"Thanks." I started to walk inside and I felt Adam's grasp on my arm. He swung me backwards and before I knew it, he had kissed me. I pulled away and slapped him across the face. "What the hell do you think you are doing?"
"Just saying goodbye, baby."
"I am NOT your baby. If I EVER see you again, I will call the police. Now, get lost!"
"Whatever." And Adam walked away. I turned around and walked inside. I ran over to the elevator and pushed the up button. Just as I pressed it, the doors opened. And right there, in front of me, was Shane Grey. He looked up at me and stared into my eyes.
"Becky." I pressed the up button again and another elevator came. I got in and pushed the button for my floor. Shane came to the doors and looked at me as I started crying. The dorrs closed and I went up. When they opened, I walked to my door and walked inside. I plopped onto my bed and got under the covers. And with my clothes on and everything, I fell asleep, wishing that it was all a dream.
