“Hello?” I asked.
“Hey Anna, it’s James, how are you?”
I was in the car with Chloe when I got the call, and I hushed her the second I saw his name pop up on my screen. The only redeeming quality to this day was a call from James. It’d be even better if I got the internship.
“Listen,” he began, “I’m calling to tell you that you got the spot in the internship program. You’ll be working under my wing.”
I wanted to scream with giddiness but instead I covered my huge grin with my hand and bounced up and down in my seat. Chloe looked at me like I was a random monkey in her car.
“That’s fantastic news!” I said.
“The thing is,” he said, “is that we’re not going to start this program until the end of June. Usually we start at the beginning, and carry on for six months; unfortunately, in this case, it’ll be at the end of June. Maybe in the middle at best.”
“That’s fine with me,” I said.
James chuckled. “Good then. I’ll email you the start dates when I get them.”
“Thank you so much James.”
“Don’t worry about it,” he replied. “I’m trying to build a great team in my department, so I’m counting on everyone, including my interns, to help me achieve that.”
“I’m your man…uh, kinda,” I stumbled.
Chloe rolled her eyes and James made a breathy laugh. “I know what you mean,” he said.
After we said our goodbyes, James and I hung up. The conversation we had happened to burn off time from the car ride.
“That sounded like a good conversation,” Chloe noted.
I nodded as I followed her through the front door of our place. “Indeed it was. I got the internship.”
“That’s great, Anna, I’m really happy for you,” Chloe smiled.
Chloe always wanted the best things for me, and that was one of the best things with having a best friend. You could always count on them wanting your happiness just as much as there’s. More importantly, you could always count on them. Period.
“At least you won’t have to see Derek anymore,” Chloe said.
I nodded aimlessly. The thought about Derek was written all over my face and I looked at Chloe, who I knew definitely noticed. “He’s not so bad,” I shrugged.
Chloe lifted an eyebrow. “Oh?”
I shrugged again and tilted my head from side to side. “He’s okay.”
“He’s fine,” I said.
“Polly want a cracker?” I asked, putting a hand on my hip.
“Yes!” Chloe laughed.
I joined her, shaking my head. “I don’t know,” I sighed once I sat on the couch.
Chloe sat opposite me on the coffee table. “What do you feel?”
I smiled. “I don’t know, Dr. Phil, how should I feel?”
Chloe narrowed her eyes. “Seriously though, how do you feel about him?”
I sighed, lifting my head back onto the head rest. “I don’t know.”
“Could he be someone you can be with?”
“Chloe, it’s so early to even think about that right now,” I said.
Chloe held her hands up palms facing me. “I’m just asking. Trying to make you figure out what you think about him.”
I pondered silently. “I went over to his place and tried to sleep with him, and he didn’t want it because he thought I’d regret it, given the state I was in.” Chloe nodded and commended him. “Then,” I continued, “I felt humiliated. I don’t think I can really face him. Like, ever again.”
Chloe smiled. “At least he didn’t try any dick moves. That’s promising.”
I lay down on the couch and closed my eyes in reminisce. “I don’t want any more promises.”