Chapter Three - Pacey's POV
Mr. Kubelik called to me from the Cabin below where I stood, "Pacey, do you have a minute? There's something I wanted to discuss with you."
"Sure Mr. K give me a minute to finish stowing this stuff for you, and I'll be right there." I respond from the storage area in the back of the boat.
As I make my way below deck I wonder what it is that Mr. Kubelik would have to talk to me about; before I realize it I find my self standing in the doorway of his small office, he glances up as I approach, and closes the file he is working on.
"There was something you wanted to talk to me about?" I ask nervously.
"Yes, Pacey please sit down." he motions to a free chair. I look around his office never really having been in the part of his yacht before. "What are your plans now that The Jester is going into dry dock for the year?"
"Well Sir, to tell you the truth I'm not really too sure. I'm giving some thought to staying here in Miami. You know see if I can pick up a job here now that school is starting up again, there's bound to be something a guy like me can do. Besides there doesn't seem to be much left for me back in Capeside." I explain to him. I haven't been able to call Capeside home since I left knowing that Joey was no longer there.
"Well, would you ever consider coming back to Boston with me?" he asks.
"Mr. Kubelik I'm not sure Boston is the best place for me right now, given the circumstances and all." I say quickly.
"Now Pacey, I understand your apprehensions about this. After all you've been through I know that I can't even begin to understand what happened between yourself and Miss. Potter last spring."
"The funny thing is I don't really understand what happened between us either, so I don't think I can explain it."
"Fair enough, but what about school? I know you're a bright, talented young man who hasn't been given nearly enough credit." Mr. Kubelik says in that somewhat fatherly tone he has.
"Unfortunately for me, all of the schools I was interested in did not reciprocate the interest." I state bitterly, not meeting his eyes as I say it.
"What if I told you that I knew of a program at Boston University that was interested in giving you a full scholarship, four years, books, full board?"
I stare open mouthed at him for a minute, and then I finally find my voice to say, "I'm sorry I thought you just said BU wants to given me a full ride, but that cant be. I don't understand."
"You see BU has this program designed especially for people like yourself, students who are smart, eager to learn, but haven't been given the right opportunities to prove themselves. Students whose grades were okay, but not high enough to get the attention of the admissions boards." He continued to explain. "It seem that a certain Mr. Kasdan believes in you, he contacted me, I contacted my friend at BU, because I happen to share Mr. Kasdan's opinion of you, and if you are interested, willing to do the work, and follow the conditions of the scholarship they are willing to have you."
I sit numbly for a moment, letting it all sink in, I Pacey J Witter have been given a choice. "Wow, I never expected any of this, half an hour ago I didn't think I had any options and now, WOW! Can I take some time to think about this?"
"Of course you can, here take this information package on the program, read through it, just don't take too long. I need an answer by Monday. Should you decide this is something you want there's a lot we have to do in a very short period of time, class begins in ten days." He hands me the package and with shaking hands I take it and stare at the BU crest on the cover in disbelief.
"Pacey, not everyone is lucky enough to be where you are right now. Go back to your hotel room, think about this, and call me when you make a decision, either way." He says as he hands me a business card, and turns back to the files on his desk.
I get up from where I was sitting, and turn to leave when I realize I need to say something. "Mr. Kubelik?" I say in a quite voice, he looks up, I extend my hand to him, he accepts it, "Thank-you, you've changed my life." I say while shaking his hand. I leave and numbly walk back to my hotel.
Later I'm sitting on the bed, in my room papers spread out all over the surface, with a huge grin on my face. I reach for the phone and dial Mr. Kubeliks number.
It rings twice before someone answers. "May I speak with Mr. Kubelik please? This is Pacey Witter." I ask the woman who answered the phone. After a minute or so Mr. Kubelik comes on the line.
"Hello, Pacey good to hear from you so soon, am I to assume that you've decided to go to school this fall?" he asks.
"You assume correct Mr. K. I can't thank you enough for this opportunity." I say, and expel the breath I hadn't realized I was holding, like saying it aloud suddenly made it real. "So where do we begin?" I ask him anxious to get on with the next part of my life.