chapter 3

It had been a week now that we had been talking regularly we had exchanged phone numbers but no photos and this left me a little perplexed

i had seen him in photos

Could it be that he didn't want to see me?

One evening while we were on the phone I heard

"Are you done bothering young girls?"

and he replied, pissed off.

"fuck you save"

C" but who was he?"

M "some jerk gets drunk every now and then and shoots bullshit."

but the voice I heard was clear

it didn't sound like a drunk.

anyway

we continue talking when he asks

M "You're off at eight tomorrow as it's Saturday too?

C "no tomorrow I get off earlier at six".

M "So tomorrow we won't talk?"

C "why?"

M "Aren't you going out with your friends?"

C "I see how I feel.

and then sometimes he tells me to stay so then I'll see what to do."

I say a little down

M "but don't go out, what a pain in the ass to work on Saturday night".

C "What are you doing tomorrow?"

M" I've got a couple of days' leave I'm going to visit my parents if you'd like that when I get back I'll come by and say hello.

Yes, I'd like that.

C "And when will you be back?"

"Next Saturday. I'm on duty on Sunday."

Yes, that would be fine.

I had a week to get ready.

In the meantime, he continued.

M "I'd come by on Friday so we could spend some time together if you like!"

C" ok "

I said, noting that the days had become six.

Not that I was a freak but I wanted to make a good impression.

I still didn't know if something was going to happen between us.

but I hoped so.

if I liked her presence as much as her voice

I was fucked

I closed the phone and called Emma.

She was more experienced

and she knew how to handle these situations.

"Yes, pocahontas" is what she called me when she was in a good mood.

"I heard from Max."

"What did he say?"

"He told me that he has a leave and that he's going to stay with his parents for a few days, but that he's coming to meet me on Friday.

"and where was he now?"

"At the barracks, I don't think I asked him."

"what time is he leaving tomorrow?"

"I don't know. I didn't think to ask."

"The usual clumsy..."

"What do you mean?" I ask in amazement.

"You should have asked him a few more questions, that's all. Anyway, you'd better clean up your act."

"Why?"

I ask more and more nervous

"I don't know but I wouldn't trust his words"

"Why?"

now I was in a panic

"Knowing his mentality, I wouldn't be surprised if instead of Friday, he came any other day."

"No, he can't do that."

"Who said that?"

"and that I'm not ready"

"just be ready, we'll talk about it tomorrow at work".

"OK, good night"

"good night"