Chapter three Predictable

(Back in her cabin) He's probably everything you despise Jamie, get a hold on yourself. You saw him once. you can't go thinking your in love, he doesn't even realise you exist. But then why does my heart tell me to find him and comfort him. This is so stupid!

"I need some air", I yelled at Eddie, not that he heard me. He surprisingly became friends with Palo and Serge the two Italians in our room. He hasn't stopped telling them all about his plays.

I walked to the back end of the boat, and inhaled a deep breath. The wisps of salt from the sea carried up to me. I smiled thinking about the nameless man. He's not right for you, Jamie. I know. I know. But he just seemed so lost. "Hey. what're you doing here?" "I should ask you the same question." I was shocked it was him, the guy I was just thinking about.' "Do you normally walk by yourself at night?" 'That's not very safe you know?' I had been strolling on the lower deck, trying to convince myself that the only reason I had cried earlier was because I had something in my eye, when I saw this girl at the back end of the ship, looking up at the stars smiling as if they both knew a secret that I didn't. For some reason I didn't like that feeling. "Maybe." She turned to walk away. "Hey," for some reason I really, really wanted to stop her from leaving, I had this feeling about her, "Where ya going?"
"Come and see." We walked to the rail at the very end of the boat and looked at the ocean and the stars. "Isn't it a beautiful night?" "Yeah, I guess so," she gave me this disapproving look, "Ahhhh. Nature's miracles. I get it." "Get what?" "That you're into all this stuff." 'Why do you mean. just because you're not into it?' You don't even know me. "This. stuff. I have my beliefs. I have my faith. But don't you?" "No. There's too much bad shit in this world." "Without suffering there'd be no compassion." "Yeah, well tell that to those that suffer." I shook my head. "I'm Landon Carter", he extended his hand to me. "Jamie Sullivan," I reached out and took his hand, Goosebumps ran up my arm. "Isn't 'Jamie' a guy name, what where your parents hoping for a boy or something", he laughed but I felt as if he was belittling me again because of my class. I shook my head once more at him, "please don't pretend that you know me, okay?" "But I do, I do why you're Jamie Sullivan, middle class citizen, which isn't a reject class to be in but it is definitely in self exile territory. Your probably looking at me thinking poor little rich boy, what does he know about pain? Oh and yeah, you like to find God's beauty in everything you see. How's that?" Did I just say that aloud, maybe that will explain the funny look she's giving me. "Predictable, nothing I haven't heard before". A little fazed I turned to her, "You don't care what people think about you?" She smiled sweetly, "No. goodnight Mr Carter the evening is over". With that she turned away from me and walked back to what I can only guess. her room.