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ya,”
“Love back,” Trinity said.
I tried to call Simon and got his voicemail. “Hey, Simon, this is Jessie. I wanted to catch you and leave off where we left off…before I hung up. Sorry about that by the way.” Shut up already, I reprimanded. Then I ended my scattered voicemail rant, pressing the send button instead of the delete one so I could leave a better message. Ugh…when things spun out of control they really went haywire.
Simon didn’t call back that night. Did he get my message? Was I officially on his lunatic list, or whatever he’d call it? Probably Bad Business Proposition list.
*****
Morning came and I had to wait until at least 10:00 to Skype Simon so it wasn’t ridiculously early. I went to one class, came back home and tried to do some schoolwork, but it was not going well. I had to get this off my chest and jumpstart this again or else admit that I’d been duped by the guy. It just didn’t seem like him, though.
Finally at 10:00, I tried. There was no answer although it said he was online.
I called his phone at noon. There was no answer.
Okay, I was getting desperate and a bit crazy. At 3 p.m. I called his home—answering machine. Yes, it was obsessive, but I called at 4 p.m., too.
“Yeah,” a harsh voice said, almost out of breath. For a second I thought he was maybe having sex. No, there was no way! I hoped.
“Simon, it’s Jessie, I’m glad to get a hold of you. Sorry to bug you? Do you have time?”
“Not right now.”
“When will you?” I asked.
“Not sure.”
I paused, waiting for him to say something else. He didn’t. “You must be really busy, been trying to touch base with you again and get things organized, keep the project moving forward.”
“It’s moving forward.”
“Great, hey I just wanted you to know that I feel bad about the way things went down when we talked. I’m sorry for my role in it.”
“Oh, no problem.”
He didn’t take the hint. What about his role in it?
“Well, I’ve got to go. I’m in the middle of something.”
“Hey, are we good?” I asked. There was no answer, he’d hung up.
I justified that he must be really busy and tried not to make a lot out of it, but it was hard. I was officially freaked out. Wow. Some guy was messing with me and he was practically on the other side of the country. He was doing it on purpose, I just knew it. But there was more at stake than me being bent out of shape about it, there were peoples’ futures on the line, too. Simon had clearly thought that just because I was nice he could be a jerk. Well, he was wrong!
*****
Brynn smiled and waved at me, meeting me by the luggage rack of LAX airport. Thank goodness for Southwest and crazy affordable airfares and my parents willingness to give me my birthday money early for my emergency.
I’d determined that I was going to find out what was happening with Simon face to face. I knew I owed him an apology and he owed me one, too. Whether he knew that, yet to be determined. So, I’d say sorry first, but after that, it was time for the smack-down. I was going to get the truth from him about what was happening, bring out what I’d learned from journalist Brynn and ask the tough questions. Are you trying to cut me out of my own idea?
“Hey,” Brynn said, coming up to me and giving me a big hug. “I’m so glad to see you.”
“You didn’t give a warning, did you?” I asked.
“Nope. I told Gauge, but he won’t say anything. He’s the guy who doesn’t want to get involved, especially with something like this.”
“I feel so dramatic. I can’t stand it,” I said, lifting my shoulders up. Then I glanced over to the luggage carousel and saw my hard covered bright green suitcase moving slowly in my direction.
“You still have that thing?” Brynn asked.
“I can’t help it, I love it. Plus, if anyone tried to steal it they’d be easy to catch.”
A half hour later we were walking into Brynn’s comfy, cozy
“Love back,” Trinity said.
I tried to call Simon and got his voicemail. “Hey, Simon, this is Jessie. I wanted to catch you and leave off where we left off…before I hung up. Sorry about that by the way.” Shut up already, I reprimanded. Then I ended my scattered voicemail rant, pressing the send button instead of the delete one so I could leave a better message. Ugh…when things spun out of control they really went haywire.
Simon didn’t call back that night. Did he get my message? Was I officially on his lunatic list, or whatever he’d call it? Probably Bad Business Proposition list.
*****
Morning came and I had to wait until at least 10:00 to Skype Simon so it wasn’t ridiculously early. I went to one class, came back home and tried to do some schoolwork, but it was not going well. I had to get this off my chest and jumpstart this again or else admit that I’d been duped by the guy. It just didn’t seem like him, though.
Finally at 10:00, I tried. There was no answer although it said he was online.
I called his phone at noon. There was no answer.
Okay, I was getting desperate and a bit crazy. At 3 p.m. I called his home—answering machine. Yes, it was obsessive, but I called at 4 p.m., too.
“Yeah,” a harsh voice said, almost out of breath. For a second I thought he was maybe having sex. No, there was no way! I hoped.
“Simon, it’s Jessie, I’m glad to get a hold of you. Sorry to bug you? Do you have time?”
“Not right now.”
“When will you?” I asked.
“Not sure.”
I paused, waiting for him to say something else. He didn’t. “You must be really busy, been trying to touch base with you again and get things organized, keep the project moving forward.”
“It’s moving forward.”
“Great, hey I just wanted you to know that I feel bad about the way things went down when we talked. I’m sorry for my role in it.”
“Oh, no problem.”
He didn’t take the hint. What about his role in it?
“Well, I’ve got to go. I’m in the middle of something.”
“Hey, are we good?” I asked. There was no answer, he’d hung up.
I justified that he must be really busy and tried not to make a lot out of it, but it was hard. I was officially freaked out. Wow. Some guy was messing with me and he was practically on the other side of the country. He was doing it on purpose, I just knew it. But there was more at stake than me being bent out of shape about it, there were peoples’ futures on the line, too. Simon had clearly thought that just because I was nice he could be a jerk. Well, he was wrong!
*****
Brynn smiled and waved at me, meeting me by the luggage rack of LAX airport. Thank goodness for Southwest and crazy affordable airfares and my parents willingness to give me my birthday money early for my emergency.
I’d determined that I was going to find out what was happening with Simon face to face. I knew I owed him an apology and he owed me one, too. Whether he knew that, yet to be determined. So, I’d say sorry first, but after that, it was time for the smack-down. I was going to get the truth from him about what was happening, bring out what I’d learned from journalist Brynn and ask the tough questions. Are you trying to cut me out of my own idea?
“Hey,” Brynn said, coming up to me and giving me a big hug. “I’m so glad to see you.”
“You didn’t give a warning, did you?” I asked.
“Nope. I told Gauge, but he won’t say anything. He’s the guy who doesn’t want to get involved, especially with something like this.”
“I feel so dramatic. I can’t stand it,” I said, lifting my shoulders up. Then I glanced over to the luggage carousel and saw my hard covered bright green suitcase moving slowly in my direction.
“You still have that thing?” Brynn asked.
“I can’t help it, I love it. Plus, if anyone tried to steal it they’d be easy to catch.”
A half hour later we were walking into Brynn’s comfy, cozy
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