So what- Josie had written an article about me- big deal! I mean, she had
lied to me for close to a year- I had the right to blow her off. She
deserved it, right? Well, I was on my way back to New York and I didn't
need to worry about it anymore. She was out of my life, and I was out of
hers. I mean, so what if she had been the love of my life- I was in love
with someone fictional. Josie Gellar, high school student, didn't exist.
The only Josie that existed was reporter- a reporter doing a story on me.
And so, when I called Laura and told her that I had changed my mind about
moving in, I had pushed every single thought of Josie out of my mind- and
if not out, at least to that little place where they wouldn't be recalled.
The minute I stepped off the plane I remembered what I had loved most- the hustle and bustle of the city. The people, the buildings, the life surging through the very core of the city. The flyers hanging all over Times Square, the constant memorial of Ground Zero, and the artistic feeling throbbing through the Broadway Theatre district. That's where Laura lived- right in the middle of Broadway. It wasn't exactly the place you expected to find a person like Laura- she was a CEO of a major corporation. Broadway was more of a person for Josie......Josie.....
About a week I received a message from the person I least expected to hear from- Guy Perkins. I had given all my students my new number, just in case they wanted to talk, but I never expected to hear from one of them. I still replay the message in my mind....
Hey Mr. Coulson- it's Guy. Just wanted to let you know I think you're a dick. You had Josie Gellar- friggin' Josie Gellar, the best girl at South Glen South, and you let her get away. What is the matter with you? I think you're an ass. If you want to redeem yourself call her in France. The number is 769-008-5674 ext.675. The girl I wanted wants you- so I want you to want her- call her man. Just.....call her. Later.
Maybe Guy was right. He was so young- 18. Maybe he could see what I couldn't. Josie had apologized, but he had blown her off- does that make him the bad guy? I should call her- I should defiantly call her- at least to make amends. But now he was the one in trouble- he was the one who had left her on the pitchers mound for public humiliation. Did I really expect her to take my call?
The minute I stepped off the plane I remembered what I had loved most- the hustle and bustle of the city. The people, the buildings, the life surging through the very core of the city. The flyers hanging all over Times Square, the constant memorial of Ground Zero, and the artistic feeling throbbing through the Broadway Theatre district. That's where Laura lived- right in the middle of Broadway. It wasn't exactly the place you expected to find a person like Laura- she was a CEO of a major corporation. Broadway was more of a person for Josie......Josie.....
About a week I received a message from the person I least expected to hear from- Guy Perkins. I had given all my students my new number, just in case they wanted to talk, but I never expected to hear from one of them. I still replay the message in my mind....
Hey Mr. Coulson- it's Guy. Just wanted to let you know I think you're a dick. You had Josie Gellar- friggin' Josie Gellar, the best girl at South Glen South, and you let her get away. What is the matter with you? I think you're an ass. If you want to redeem yourself call her in France. The number is 769-008-5674 ext.675. The girl I wanted wants you- so I want you to want her- call her man. Just.....call her. Later.
Maybe Guy was right. He was so young- 18. Maybe he could see what I couldn't. Josie had apologized, but he had blown her off- does that make him the bad guy? I should call her- I should defiantly call her- at least to make amends. But now he was the one in trouble- he was the one who had left her on the pitchers mound for public humiliation. Did I really expect her to take my call?