5.1 No Where to Be Found
Spencer sat on her bed, her laptop resting on her lap. She was trying to finish her last essay of the year, before graduation and was about half way finished. Unfortunately she couldn't seem to finish the rest. A's message kept distracting her. She was able to forget about it while in school because she didn't want the girls to question her, but now the nerves started to kick in. Putting her laptop aside, she grabbed her phone. Spencer wasn't in any state to speak to Caleb, but she had to warn him about A's message. Looking through her contacts she found Caleb's number and pushed the bright green call button. After about five seconds the call went straight to voice mail. There was a brief pause were Spencer was debating on whether to just hang up or leave a message. After the moment passed she finally said plain and simple "Caleb we need to talk, it's about A…it's probably best if we just talk about this over the phone."
Hanna sat at a small table for two located in a far corner at the grille. She was waiting for Caleb to arrive. He was running late and Hanna was growing impatient, mostly because she felt uncomfortable sitting in the skin tight dress that was two pounds away from being a size too small. "Why did I wear this stupid dress" she thought to herself. But really she already knew why. Caleb has been quite distance. They hardly call or text when they're not able to see each other, and it was starting to effect Hanna's mood. She wanted to impress Caleb, even though deep down she knew it wouldn't matter what she wore. Caleb would still see the beauty in her either way. Hanna's thoughts were interrupted by a short African American lady wearing a white button down and black slacks. Her dark hair was tied into a low bun, and her cheeks were bright red due to the over use of blush. "Can I get anything started for you?" she said. Her voice didn't quite match her appearance, leaving Hanna a bit surprised. Her voice was very sweet sounding, almost childlike."Oh…I'm waiting for someone, but I'll take a water." Hanna replied."Okay, I'll bring it right out for you". After the waitress left, Hanna dug through her purse in search of her phone. No missed call. No unread text. Hanna began to think whether this was going to turn into one of those movie scenes, where the girl is waiting for hours practically drunk from all the wine refills the waiter gives and eventually realizes the guy will never show up.
* Sorry for the long wait, it was mostly because I was busy with work and had a bit of writers block. Anyways this chapter is short…I know. I pre-wrote it out and it was going be much longer but I thought of a great idea for the next chapter as I was transferring the words into this document. So yes I did just waste like an entire half of a chapter I wrote but I believe this idea I have for the next chapter will be worth it. Thanks for reading. Reviews are appreciated and hopefully I'll get the next chapter up sooner than I did with this one*