Three Thousand Miles To You(21)
“Friends?” he says looking annoyed.
“Alanna I have so many friends, do you really think I need another one?”
“I don’t know, if you care about me in the way you say you do then friends should be enough.”
“No I don’t need you as a friend; I don’t need you at all if that’s all you’re going to be.”
“Marco, I really don’t want to upset you but I feel you need to know the truth. I don’t want to lead you on or give you false hope I am not that kind of girl.”
“No you’re just the kind of girl that’s thinks you are above everyone and everything.”
“No I am not.”
“Marco, you know I don’t think like that, everyone knows I am not that type.”
“Maybe Alanna you have everyone fooled.”
“Don’t say that Marco, really why are you being like this?”
“I am sick of you Alanna.”
“Why are you sick of me because I won’t go out with you?”
“No,”
“Then, why Marco?”
“You just annoy me Alanna.”
“Marco I think this conversation is over.” I say as I turn my back to him.
“Alanna what was that all about?” Sophie says as she walks over.
“Just Marco being Marco,”
“Still it didn’t look very pleasant,”
“At least now he knows where he stands and hopefully he will get the message and won’t send any more gifts.”
Sophie and I stop at our favorite coffee shop while we are here in the city. As we sit and sip our lattes I can hear Sophie talking but have no clue what she is saying.
“Alanna what’s up with you?”
“Nothing,” I say.
“Come on you have been acting strange all day I know when there is something bothering you.” Without me, even saying a word Sophie says, “It’s him isn’t it?” I look down at the table. “Alanna, why does he affect you so much?”
“I really don’t know, Sophie he just does.”
“What was so great about him apart from his looks?”
“Everything, the way he moves, the way he talks, his eyes.”
“What do think is going to happen with you and him Alanna?”
“I have no Idea, but I feel as if there is more to come. I cannot just let that be the last time I see him, I cannot go on not being around him. I can’t live my life not knowing what his story is; I know there is more there has to be.”
“Alanna what can you do, he lives in London, did you ever stop to think this guy might be a weirdo?”
“What do you mean?”
“Think about it Alanna, the guy only dates blondes your blonde, he asks every girl he dates how many boyfriends she has had. The guy seems as if he talks to girls like they are dirt, everyone you talked to in London told you he was messed up perhaps they are right.”
“I don’t think he is messed up, he possibly has a few issues, but who hasn’t?”
“Alanna listen to yourself, this is not you.”
“Yes it is.”
“I know you won’t want to hear this, but Alanna I am your friend and I wouldn’t be a very good one if I didn’t say this to you. But I think that you should forget him, he seems like he is trouble and Alanna you don’t need that in your life.”
“Sophie I can’t forget him, don’t you think I have tried?”
“Alanna you seem consumed by this guy.”
With Sophie’s words, I look away and back to her again and I say. “I have never felt this way in my life.” Sophie shakes her head and turns away. I cannot believe Sophie’s reaction; I do not understand why she is acting this way. She has never even laid eyes on Adrian Black so why should she get to judge? I cannot help but think if this were Sophie, if she was the one who met him, then she would be acting in the very same way.
Twelve
By the next morning, I feel much more rested and more like me. I rush into the bathroom and take a long hot shower. I blow dry my hair and quickly change into today’s outfit. I head down the stairs and pour myself a coffee. I take a seat and open up my laptop. As I scroll through my emails, I find one from Portia and with a little excitement; I open up the email to read,
Hi, Alanna I hear your home from London how was your trip. We must catch up soon Portia.
I reply, Portia hi,
Yes my trip was great I would love to catch up just say when, Alanna. I hit send and go back to my inbox, no more emails to reply to so I shut my laptop and slide it out in front of me. KNOCK! There is someone at the door, I go over and open it to find a deliveryman with a little red bag.
“Miss Hart.”
“Yes,” I say looking surprised. I never thought that Marco would still be sending gifts after what had happened yesterday. I take the bag from the man and ask once again.