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CH. 10: GRADY
I can't believe it, but tonight, I had a date. It was even with a beautiful girl. Her name is Sophia, and she's a supermodel from Brazil! This sounds like a dream come true, but really, it was a disaster.
Everything started out just fine. I picked her up from her house in my corvette. I opened the door for her, I helped her buckle her seat belt, and I even let her choose what she wanted to listen to on the radio. She was totally into me. I would tell her a cheesy joke, and she would laugh. I would start blushing, and she'd kiss my cheek. It started to feel like Jordan again. I couldn't help but feel upset. Every time I looked into her green eyes, I saw Jordan's reflected back. I can see the time she cheated on me. I can see the airplane I took, leaving my home and Jordan forever. I see my failure.
I tried to blow all of it off for the rest of the car ride. This was a new girl, and a new beginning. I wouldn't fail this time. We were going to a really nice restaurant. It was this new Italian place that had just opened up, and all the hottest stars went there. I knew she would be impressed. I had reserved the finest, most expensive table for the evening. It has this really great window view, and you could see all of LA. The sight was breathtaking, almost as breathtaking as she was-. I caught the thought short. Jordan was my past. Sophia was my future. I could feel the urge to eat rising with each breath. I wanted to be alone, eat in a corner, and never see any of these people's faces again. I tried to stay calm as the waiter asked us our orders. I ordered spaghetti with meatballs. Sophia ordered a salad.
I could feel my palms sweating as I waited for the food to get here. I needed to eat. I needed the food now. Sophia kept asking if I was alright, but all I could do was barely shake my head yes. Once the food got there, I did the stupidest thing I could have ever done. I took the food and ran. Yes, I ran out of the store, making sure I put the correct amount of money down, and ran to my car. I sat in the backseat, forcing the food down my throat as fast as I could, tears streaming down my face. I knew I still wasn't over Jordan. And now, I ditched some supermodel to go eat food! I know that she will never give me another chance. She didn't even follow me outside, or check what was wrong. I decided to call a limo to come pick her up. I didn't want her to have to call a taxi or something. I knew that probably wouldn't meet her standards. I knew I probably wouldn't meet her standards. I got into the driver's seat of the car and drove home. Another failed date. Another lost girl. Another full stomach.
Sorry it's been SOOOO long! School has kept me busy, and I have had zero energy to write. Sorry this wasn't the best chapter, but I hope you still enjoyed it. I hope to still work on this story, but it may be a while before another chapter is posted. Also, let's keep Japan in our prayers. This devastation is very saddening, and I wish them the best of luck.
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