Chapter 11
Callie's P.O.V:
"And she just left?" Addison asks on the other line.
"Yeah. I offered to make her breakfast, but she said no then walked out,"
"Damn, I'm sorry, Cal. Have you tried to call her?"
"I never got her number," I say to her, "which sucks because I really liked her. I actually thought we had a connection, ya know"
"Maybe she didn't think so. Maybe all she wanted was just sex,"
"I don't know. Maybe. Maybe I should talk to her brother. Get her number from him,"
"Or, she may have actually given you her number and you just didn't realize it. Did you at least get her name?"
"Kind of. Maybe, I don't know," I lie. I didn't want to tell Addison her name. I didn't want her to think that Arizona was just another scratch on my bed post. Because she wasn't. There was something there between us, I could feel it in my gut. There was something there and no matter how drunk I was, I'm never going to forget the beautiful woman who practically stole my heart last night. Her face will be permanently engraved inside my head.
"Well, which is it?" Addison laughs.
"You know, what, I'll call you back later," I say to her.
"Okay," she says, "I'll take to you later, bye," After hanging up with Addison, I tossed my phone on the couch and went into my bedroom to look for the pants I wore to the bar last night. I dug through the pockets to see if Arizona wrote down her number sometime during the night last night, but no such luck. So, I got and check the sink in the bathroom and sure enough, there was a small piece of paper sitting there on the counter. When I opened it, there was a small note telling me to call her, with her number scribbled below the written words. I rushed out of the bedroom and immediately picked up my phone to dial her number. It rang several times, then went to voicemail. I dialed once more, but this time, it immediately went to voicemail.
"Damnit!" I yell, tossing my phone onto the coffee table. My mind wandered off to last night's events and I couldn't help but wonder how things went from spending an amazing night with the most beautiful woman to her ignoring my calls. I was beginning to think that maybe Addison was right. Maybe Arizona was just in it for the sex. Maybe she wasn't wanting a relationship at all. If that was the case, then she truly got what she wanted. I let out a huge sigh and laid my head on the back of the couch. Thinking about how everything took a turn. The sound of my phone ringing pulled me back to the real world. When I looked at the caller I.D, I seen that it was Doug.
"Hey Doug," I answer sluggishly.
"Hey, you sound terrible," he says to me.
"Yeah, well I feel terrible. What do you want?"
"I was wondering if you were coming in today to help fix the sound board or if you were too hungover,"
"Yeah, I will be in. I just need to get a shower and wash the smell of alcohol off,"
"Okay, well, I will see you in a little bit then, yeah?"
"Yeah, I will be there. Give me forty-five minutes, okay?"
"Yeah sure," he says, "See you in a bit, boss," I hang up the phone, and went into my bathroom to take a shower and get ready for work. That's the one thing I love about owning my own recording studio. I can go in whenever I feel like it and I know that Doug would take care of things when I'm not there. But after the ordeal with Arizona this morning, I'd rather be at work, to take my mind off things.
After my shower, I managed to ready in record time. Normally it takes longer, but still being hungover from the night before, I didn't feel like dolling myself up. I threw on a pair of sunglasses, then grabbed my keys off the counter and walked out the door.
"What's with the sunglasses?" Doug asks, as I join him in the booth, "You know the sun isn't out today,"
"Don't start with me, Doug," I snap, "I'm not in the mood for jokes,"
"Whoa," he says, throwing his hands up in surrender, "what's got you in a bad mood today? Did that blonde from last night not put out for you?"
"Okay, first off, her name is Arizona. And yes, she did put out," I say, using air quotes.
"Then what's the problem?"
"The problem is that I have a hangover from hell and were not even close enough to fixing this damn board," I yell, pulling off my sunglasses and throwing them on the sound board.
"Okay, Callie, you need to chill out. You need to just go back home. Go home and..."
"No. No, I do not need to come home," I shout, cutting him off, "What I need to do is work. So, I'm going to stay and work on this fucking sound board. You can go home if you want. Do something, I don't care," I draw in a big breath and try to get my anger under control. Doug grabs my shoulders and forces me to sit down.
"Okay, relax and tell me what is really going on? Is it the blonde from last night that's got you so upset?" I just give him a nod, "okay, tell me what happened," A tear forms in the corner of my eye and I brush it away quickly.
"We..um..we had sex last night," I start to say, "and this morning when we woke up, she literally starting freaking out on me,"
"What do you mean?"
"Just what I said, she freaked out when she realized we had sex. She ended up kicking me out of my bedroom this morning, and when I offered to make her breakfast, she said no, then grabbed her coat and left,"
"Have you tried calling her?"
"Yes, a few times actually. I tried calling her the first time, but it just rang and rang, then went to voicemail, second time, it went straight to voicemail. I wanted to talk to her about last night, but it's like she doesn't want to talk to me,"
"Wow, so she's practically ghosting you,"
"Ghosting?"
"Yeah, you know. When someone refuses to answer their phone and they just disappear out of the blue. That's ghosting. Trust me, I've had my share of them,"
"So, what do you think I should do?" I ask him since he seems to be the expert in this kind of situation.
"Give her time. She will come around. Give her a few days at most, then try again. Trust me, you don't want to call so many times, makes you sound needy,"
"Yeah, I guess you're right," I say to him, "Thanks Doug,"
"Anytime, Cal. Now if you're calm enough, let's get this sound board done so we can finish up Michelle and Jessica's new album,"
"You could just call them The Wreckers, Doug," I say giving him a slight chuckle.
"Yeah, I guess. Now, let's get to work.
*Kind of a short chapter, and I apologize if it was boring. This one gave me a hard time. But it seems like Callie isn't taking Arizona's silent treatment too well even though it's only been a day. More to come*
