Seeking Karma

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octopus.  I need a shower.  I’ve known quite a few assholes in my day, but he definitely takes the cake.”  She storms past me, and slams the bathroom door closed behind her.
         I begin packing my last few boxes into my bedroom.  I’m over this whole moving thing.  I want to be done with it.  I’ve just opened the last box, when my phone vibrates in my pocket.  My pulse instantly begins to race.  Aaron must be feeling better, because he’s been calling me non-stop - for the last couple of days.  I’m surprised he hasn’t blown up my phone, with all of his texts and voicemails.  He’s easy enough to ignore.  I don’t bother listening or reading any of them, I just delete them.  But if he doesn’t take the hint soon, I’m going to have my number changed.  The only reason I had it on, was because Trent said he would call me.  I don’t want to change my number.  It’s such a hassle calling all of my contacts with a new one.  It’s bad enough that I’m costing my parents a small fortune, for rent.  I’ve even went so far as to rearrange my entire schedule.  I really wish Aaron would leave me alone.  There’s no way in hell, I’m going back to him.  These past few days, I’ve been the happiest I’ve been in a very long time.  I’m not about to give that up.
         I glance down at my phone, and sigh when I see Dusty’s number.  I quickly answer it.  “Hey you.”
         “Hey yourself, sexy.  I was just calling to see if you and Anna would like to have lunch with me, tomorrow?”
         “That sounds good.  I’m totally free all day tomorrow.”
         “Well then pencil me in, and it’ll be a date.”
         “Screw the pencil.  I’ll write it in permanent sharpie.”  He chuckles and it sounds so good.  “Well, I’ll see you tomorrow.  I have to finish unpacking.”
         “I love you, girlie.”
         “Love you, too.”   I switch the phone off, and slip it back into my pocket.
         I’ve just finished unpacking my last box, when my phone vibrates – again.  I warily pull it out and check to see who it’s from.  I feel a huge grin coming on when I see Trent’s name.  I glance over at the clock.  It’s eleven thirty.  I quickly answer it, and flop back onto my bed.  “I thought you forgot about me.”
         “Not possible.  I was just trying to be fashionably late.  How did I do?”   I can hear the humor in his voice, and I picture him smiling.  Wow, he’s really sexy when he smiles.
         “Considering that I thought you weren’t going to call at all, I’d say you did pretty good.”  I grab a pillow and hug it against my chest.  I can’t believe he actually called me.
         “I thought we could finish our game, since we got interrupted earlier.”
         “Okay, but I get to go first.”
         “I believe it was my turn.  Besides, I already have a question ready.”
         “How do you know that I haven’t got one ready?”  I fire back at him.  Actually, I don’t, but he doesn’t have to know that.
         He doesn’t bother to answer my question.  He just jumps into the game.  “What’s your favorite t.v. show?”
         I squeeze the pillow, and smile.  “Of all time, or current?”
         He doesn’t miss a beat.  “Of all time.”
         “Hmmm,” I chew on my bottom lip, and think.  “Friends. How about you?”
         Once again he doesn’t hesitate.  “Bates Motel.”
         Okay , I’ve never even heard of that.  “What’s Bate’s Motel?”
         “Are you being serious?  You’ve never watched Bates Motel !?”
         “No, but I’m guessing it’s something to do with Norman Bates.” 
         “Ah, so you’ve at least seen Psycho.”
        I shake my head back and forth - knowing good and well - he can’t see me.  “Nope, but I’ve heard of it.”
         “Woman, we have got to get you up to date,

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