Guys, I have ONE WEEK left till my last final and then my summer begins! I can't wait! *crying* imma post another chapter because I'm happy... again... :D
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chapter thirty-seven
I'm driving my car on the road to meet up with Carly Shay, the girl who I still believe is playing me. She gave me her address, and her location is about a twenty-minute drive from my house, so it's not that bad.
I really hope she doesn't get on my nerves when I come visit her for the first time alone. Who knows, she could be a witch and pretended to be a sweetheart because other people were around.
I guess I have to wait and see.
The green light turns red which makes me stop behind a car as I wait for the light to turn green to let us go. My cup holder vibrates while my phone is ringing giving me an incoming call.
I picked up the phone and looked at the screen to see Melanie's face on the caller ID.
Why the hell is she calling me?
I press the green button on the screen and put the phone against my ear. "Melanie?"
"Sam! Hey, how's it going?" My baby sister says on the other side of the phone. Now, this girl drives me nuts all the time...
"I'm just going somewhere, what do you want?" I asked nonchalantly.
"Well, I just wanted to call and say I'm coming home next Friday to spend Christmas with you, mom, and dad!" She said ignoring my passion tone.
Perfect...
"Oh, that's great..." I rolled my eyes and looked at the cars in front of me as they wait for the traffic light to turn green.
"Sam? Aren't you excited about me coming?" She asked concerned on the other end of the phone.
"Of course I am Melanie, I'm excited for you coming back and getting a chance to talk about your fancy bordering school and how you're making good grades and messing up my bathroom with your makeup kit," I replied sarcastically hoping she gets my reaction.
"I know right!"
I face palmed my forehead, shaking my head at my naive little sister. She'll never learn... "Melanie, why are you stupid?"
"What do you mean?" She asked sounding offended.
"I'm now stuck that you're coming over for Christmas this year. You're just gonna brag about your life while we sit there feeling bad about ourselves." I reported.
"Wha... I would never do that to you guys!"
"Oh really?" The light turned green, so I took my foot off the breaks and pushed the accelerator to move forward as the cars in front of me move. "Remember when we were ten? You came back from England and you would not stop blabbering about how fun your bordering school is, how fun it was to make friends, how fun it was to make good grades. And we were all there feeling like shit because of your perfect life and you've made it sound like we didn't have a life." I finished as I made a turn at the intersection.
"Pfft! How dare you? I would never make my family feel like that?" Melanie denied, and I rolled my eyes at her even though she can't see me.
"Sure, Melanie... what was I thinking?" I said blankly.
"I don't know, Samantha." I gritted my teeth as she called me by my real name. Every time I hear that god awful name I just cringe blaming my mother for giving me that junk.
"Whatever, Mel. Congratulations on being able to come here next week." I said monotone not caring about this conversation anymore.
"Can't wait to see you guys soon!" She chirped. Then before I knew it, the line went dead as I heard the three beeps.
Did she hang up on me?
That little brat... that's my job to hang up, not her! Ugh... I'm losing my mind right now. I set my phone back in the cup holder and cupped my other hand on the steering wheel, driving on the road.
Oh chiz, something's happening. My ears hear the engine running as my tires are driving on the pavement as I go to Carly's house. The perky girl's voice goes through my head as she told me about speaking to her about anything if I need to.
Maybe I should tell her about my problems... about my feelings towards Freddie.
Is that even possible? Can she help me figure out how I feel?
It's worth a shot...
As I pull up to her destination, I find a tall building with - probably -fourteen floors. This place is huge! Taller than my apartment complex; the building is shined by the sun while the bright light is hitting my eyes.
I can't wait to see what her place looks like.
I parked my car in an empty parking spot and turned the car off as I pull the key out of the ignition. I got out of the vehicle looking at the tall building in front of me observing how huge it is. It looks like those office buildings you see in movies.
I stroll my way to the front of the building and pull the door open observing the inside of the monstrous apartment building. The ceiling is probably ten feet above me; the tiled floor is white and shiny as if someone just mopped the floor, the front counter across the room is empty with no one behind it doing their job.
Nice place.
I pulled my phone out from the back pocket of my pants and unlocked the device to go back to my messages. I open up Carly's thread to look at her address again.
From: Carly Shay
Here's my address!
Bushwell Plaza apt #8-C
Alright. Step one is already complete. Now I have to find her apartment number which is number 8-C. I put my phone in my pocket and turned around seeing a quaint elevator in front of me.
I'm definitely not taking the stairs.
As I was about to go over to the elevator, I heard a loud scream that made me flinch.
"UGHH! I JUST MOPPED THE FLOOR!"
I snapped my body to the direction of the scream and saw a man behind the counter that was empty when I came inside. I just wanted to scream in disgust. What is with this man or doorman's appearance? The man looks like he hasn't showered in days with his gray suit dirty and wrinkled, has a thick five o'clock shadow which is clearly not shaven. What scared me the most was what was on his freaking face.
Is he hiding a camera in there?!
He has a mole the size of a meatball that cannot be possible to have! The mole is dark brown and is clearly noticeable as I'm ten feet away from him.
"WHY ARE YOU STILL STANDING HERE?! AHHH!" The man exclaimed.
What is his problem?!
"I'm just standing, do you mind?" I asked annoyed.
"OF COURSE I DO, YOU'RE STANDING ON MY HARD WORK!"
"Why the fuck are you screaming with that hideous mole on your face!" I deadpanned getting really annoyed at his yelling.
"BLAHH! I'm not going to take criticism from a little girl!" He smirked.
Little... girl?
"Oh really? How about I come over there and show you where I hit a grown man's happy place?" I threatened as I clutched my hand into a fist.
His eyes grow wide to ping pong balls, and he turns around, opening the back door behind him, running inside slamming the door. "AHH!" His scream filled behind the glass door.
I smiled shaking my head at him. Call me a little girl and you get your ass kicked.
I walk to the elevator before I was interrupted by the disgusting doorman. I pushed the up button and waited for the door to slide open. After a few minutes, the door slides upwards with a ding and I walk inside the elevator, turning around to face the hallway. I look at the number options and saw the number eight as one of the options. I pushed number eight causing the door to slide back down.
I stood there waiting for the door to open back to the eighth floor while thinking about how this day is going to go. I wonder what her place looks like as I'm visiting her to hang out and do girl things...
This sucks already.
The elevator dings while the door opens to the eighth floor; I step out and walk into the hallway to find Carly's apartment. I walk around the corner and see the hallway with five doors; I look at both sides of the apartment numbers until I saw 8-C on the number plaque.
Well, this is it.
I extended my knuckles on the door and knocked it three times, pulling my hand away. I heard ruffling behind the door as I hear footsteps coming this way with excitement.
The door opens revealing the girl with black hair pulled up in a ponytail, a big smile on her face, wearing a black tank top with red sweats. "Sam! You made it." Carly moves to the side gesturing her hand for me to come inside.
"Yep, I did." I walked inside and saw her apartment for the first time. Her apartment seemed different than I thought it was going to be; she has a small wooden coffee table, a red and green couch with striped pillows, all around the house are filled with props I've never seen before, and she even has an elevator in her place including stairs!
What kind of magical place is this?
"So what do you think?" Carly asks me curiously, behind me.
"It's a nice place," I said honestly. I turned around and faced her as she's smiling at me and then I remembered something. "I have a question. What's up with your doorman downstairs? He yelled at me because I was standing on the floor."
"Ah, Lewbert."
Lewbert? What kind of name is Lewbert?
"Lewbert?" I asked suspiciously.
"Yeah, he's been our doorman since we've moved here. And I can tell you that he's a little crazy." She replied, and I nodded my head agreeing with her. "Anyway! Now that you're here we can have fun!" She cheered clapping her hands. "I already have the hot chocolates ready, so now we can hang out. So make yourself at home!" She finished as she walks to the kitchen practically skipping.
I stare at her and just wondered how a person can be that excited about something. I'm curious.
I obeyed her orders as I took off my jacket, set it on the top of her couch and sat down on one of the cushions. She comes back holding two black mugs of hot chocolate. She extends one mug over to me, "here you go."
I took the cup from her hand and nodded my head at her. "Thanks." She sits on the couch next to me as I took a sip out of the hot beverage. The warm liquid slides down in my throat and it felt amazing of the drink to warm me up from being outside in the cold weather. "This is really good."
"I know right, it's from Belgium," Carly responded drinking the cocoa from the mug.
After a few minutes, the room became silent as the both of us were drinking our heated beverage on the couch in the quiet. Ugh, I hate the awkward silence. Should I say something to kill it or wait until she says something? I usually say random shit, but this time I'm not saying anything. Probably it's because I'm in a new environment and hanging out with the girl I barely know, I don't know what to do at this point.
"So!"
I jumped being unaware from the loud entrance of her saying something after a while. Lord, these people and the scaring!
"You're probably thinking why I invited you here randomly, right?" She asks smiling as usual.
Without thinking, I nodded my head at her answer and waited for her to respond. "I... I was curious..." I muttered.
"Well... it's kinda important actually." She said as she sets the mug on the coffee table, turning her direction back at me.
What could she possibly discuss with me when she asked me to come over. "What is it?" I asked cautiously.
She sighs and straightens her posture as she says six words that shocked me.
"I know you don't like me."