Chapter Three- Forgiveness

All night long I couldn't get to sleep. I felt so bad for what I had done to Clarissa. My whole night was spent awake, thinking about her. About how nice she was. About how nice she was to me. About the call she had made. During the night I had come to a conclusion to say that I was sorry. It took a true man to do that, at least, that's what my heart wanted. I felt like if I said sorry, everything would be better, but, I knew that the truth was a mile away. She wouldn't forgive me. She now knew how I felt. I obviously didn't like her, but that was exactly the problem. I didn't know how I felt about her. My life was to hectic to think about that.
I would of kept on thinking about her, until my home phone rang.
"Where are you? It's 8:15, Joseph!" I rubbed my eyes and yawned into the phone.
"Who's your boss? Hmmmmm....?" I yawned and continued, "I'm not going to be at the office today. At the meeting, tell them that your in charge for today. Improvise a pitch on why we need to build those eight buildings once again. It will be very easy. Trust me. Hmmmmmm......?"
"Yes. Easy. Let me see. Hmmm...-" there was a dramatic pause, "Yes, I can do that. I can be a very good boss for the day. See you tomorrow."
"Bye-" But he had hung up before I could say bye.
I called up the taxi company, and eventually a taxi came. I got dropped off at the coffee shop and thats when everything seemed to slow down. I opened the door and the bell rang. No 'Hey Jo-Jo!" No "Hola!" No "Ello Joseph!" No Clarissa.
"Hey, do you know where Clarissa is?" I said to the grungy boy behind the counter.
"Yah man. She, uh, moved in to her mothers house." Lie. Lie. Lie. She had told me 2 months ago, that her mother had passed away. Why had she suddenly become a liar? I was a smart guy, smart enough to know it was my fault that she 'left.' So, it was up to me to get her back. Even if it meant dinner with her.
"Thanks." I said to the boy. Before he could reply, the bell on the door rang. I turned around, and sure enough, it was Clarrissa. She scrunched her face, currled her back, and turned back around.
"Wait, Clarrissa, do you want to go to dinner tonight?" She stopped dead in her tracks. She sobbed angirly,
"You, you, hung up on me. You didn't even say, 'Sorry, but no', you just hung up!" I then lied,
"No, my cell phone died, and when I got home, it was to late for me to call you. I did really want to go to dinner with you." She blushed and then replied,
"What time are you free?"