CONFESSIONS OF STELLA MALONE
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Chapter Three
PART TWO
You know Central Park isn't too bad.
The environment is nice. The air is nice. The people…not so nice, but hey it's New York City.
I took a brief stroll around Turtle Pond enjoying the feel of the park. I must say, it was quite the family-friendly hotspot in the city. It was away from the flashing lights, the hectic schedule, and the jaunty jeers of New York. I saw the everyday dog-walkers, marathon runners, and even did I see small children flying kites. They looked so sweet and innocent too. I smirked, just wait till they become teenagers.
Finally, I began to wear out. I took a bench by the pond and claimed it as my own with Henry following just millimeters away from me. I set my small orange J. Crew coin purse on the bench. I closed my eyes taking in all the relaxation the environment had to offer.
It's like the almost-perfect getaway spot. It feels so calm here just sitting on a bench with the September breeze just slightly blowing, and the mellow sounds of the birds chirping, and the harsh sound of a dog's barking, and the screeching purr of my cat Henry—woah, wait a minute.
I quickly opened my eyes exiting my relaxing escapade to find a large, brown dog barking at Henry near my foot. Yes, a dog. It was a dog that ruined my relaxation and comfort zone. And a dog that was going to get it if he-, she? …no, it…if it wasn't going to stop.
"Shoo!" I cried out waving my hand towards him. The dog began to whimper. Oh, look at that face. The threat on his face wiped off as a saddened, moping expression replaced it. Oh that face. I could sympathize with that face. It was probably the same face I had on in the stores earlier...
Without another sound, the dog went off. Probably going back to its owner or so. I looked down at Henry safely nestled a little too close to my Coach tennis shoe. Just as long as he didn't get any stains on it…If he could just move to the right a little…perfect.
Now, I could relax again and enjoy the day. You know, other than hitting the spa, this came close to a second for top relaxation and comfort. Thinking about it, I haven't been to Central Park in quite a while, nor had I the chance to appreciate its daytime beauty. I'd always been so busy at work that I hadn't been given the time for a jog…not that I don't work out. I mean I do have a gym pass.
I thought back hard to the last time I went to Central Park. I swore I had gone there at least once this past year. And then it hit me. I opened my eyes. The last time I was here, I was with Joe. Oh no. Those memories were beginning to fill my mind again.
It had been in February when he visited. I hadn't seen him since I was nineteen. He was visiting some friends in the city and thought it nice that he would consider stopping by. He took me to Central Park the last night of his visit. At that time, I honestly thought we could just forget the painful past that happened between us and return to our usual friendship. But of course, Stella Malone was totally wrong on this one.
Turns out these "friends" of his were his girlfriend's parents. Yes, I said girlfriend's parents. Was he serious? Of course, I took this as quite a surprise and may have taken it not as well as either of us had expected it. Well, what would you have done if the former love of your life had sprung this up on you out of the blue?
Needless to say, we didn't keep in touch. After my—ahem, uproar we decided it be best to not speak. Mutually. Silently, too.
And psh, I didn't need him. I smirked. I was perfectly capable of taking care of myself. And I had been, for four years too! Besides, I already had the love of my life. I opened my eyes to look at him. He was sitting right beside me—
Oh no!
Don't panic!
Breathe.
Just breathe.
I looked down near my shoe expecting to find Henry. He wasn't there. Where could have he gone? Didn't he know better not to go anywhere? I checked under the bench. No, not there.
And this, my friend, is where I made the stupidest decision of my life. Without thinking, I hastily stood up from the bench leaving my coin purse behind and began looking frantically for Henry. Like how Nick had Frankie, well I needed Henry!
I began walking swiftly near the pond. I mean, he couldn't have gone too far, could he? Oh no, what if he drowned in the pond? Surely he didn't because no one was acting too frantic as if a cat had drowned.
Okay, he really couldn't have gone that far. I walked farther and faster near the pond. My gaze was like a hawk searching for its prey, but in this case- the prey was Henry. Seriously, he was a cat…how far could he have gone?
Just as I was about to turn around and start searching the other direction, an immense ball of white fluff caught my eye. The white fluff was quickly trotting down a nearby sidewalk. Henry!
"Henry!"
I called out stupidly as parents stared at me thinking I had lost my child. Well, in this case, I sort of had. The cat's blue eyes immediately turned in my direction. He stopped what he was doing. Oh thank God, I finally found him. I didn't know what I'd do—
Wait a minute. What was he doing? Henry began to go down the sidewalk again in the opposite direction, this time even faster. Oh, please don't tell me I have to run after a freaking cat, too. This was just too much.
I quickened my pace after that stupid ball of white fluff. Every time I took a step faster, so did Henry. Okay, finally I had it. I took after him rapidly and I must say, after working out in a gym for three consecutive months, these running legs did me some impressive work. The cat turned his direction towards a narrower pathway that led to a bridge. I was closely behind him, just yards away.
Maybe, I could just play it off I was actually jogging and not actually running after a cat. Henry ran across the bridge. It was then that I noticed it wasn't just Henry running. Just a couple feet in front of Harry, I saw that same stupid, sad-faced dog from earlier. What the hell. Henry was running after a dog?
"Henry! Come back!" I yelled out more frustrated than ever before. At that instant, Henry jumped from the base of the bridge into the nastiest puddle of water that I had ever seen. Even if it was really water. He proceeded into the woods following the brown-furred dog.
As I reached the base of the bridge myself, I knew there was no point in chasing after Henry. I halted to a stop. He was gone. He wanted his freedom. Ever hear the saying 'a dog is a man's best friend'? Yeah, well screw that saying. All dogs did was steal your cats away from you.
Sighing to myself, I turned around ready to make the walk back to the bench…without Henry. Well, at least I got my exercise in for the day. Yes, that and I lost my once trustworthy sidekick.
I frowned slightly, the thought of losing my best friend not hitting me just yet. Henry was all I had as of right now. And now he was gone…my stupid, white, fluffy, naïve sidekick was gone.
Speaking of sidekick, I suddenly remembered I still needed to get in touch with my former sidekick, Macy, about the plans for the following day. She had texted me earlier before I had left for the park that she would be arriving with Nick tomorrow.
I smiled to myself. Hey, you lose one sidekick, you gain another one. I took a deep breath as I turned the other way and walked slowly to my previous spot. Although I was saddened by Henry's departure, I knew he was doing me a favor and letting me deal this by myself. He probably knew I would have leaned and depended on Henry way too much given my stick situation.
Shit! I did it again! Why do I keep talking about my cat as if he was some great Greek god or something?
Soon enough, the familiar scene of trees and people came across as I returned back to Turtle Pond. I squinted my eyes towards to where I was previously sitting. Some man had stolen my spot.
I grew hopeful again as he began to swiftly to walk in the opposite direction. I had really liked that spot, it was spacious and it had-
My eyes grew wide as I saw the man begin to run. At that instant, I realized I had committed the biggest mistake known to mankind. I had forgotten my coin purse on that bench where that man had been sitting.
Oh no. Oh no, no, no.
Don't panic. Just breathe.
Aw, screw this.
"SON OF A B-"
I didn't care that I got even angrier stares from parents. I just took off running after that man even faster than I had done before running after Henry. That stupid man. That retarded man that no doubt had stolen my coin purse. Oh, he was going to get it.
Speaking of Henry, how fine did David Henrie look in those birthday Cabo pictures, eh!
