Edward
The following week was miserable. Isabella spoke to every single member of the staff except me. It was a long week, to say the least and I felt every single minute of every single day.
I sold plenty of cars but it didn't feel the same. The thrill was gone, the sense of victory was cold and lifeless.
I hated this stupid fucking contest and I hated myself, how could I have messed up such a potential good thing?
I had just realized that Isabella was extremely attractive and I wanted to spend more time with her. Yet here I was alone, depressed and ready to just quit.
I called the only person I could think of that would help me through this situation. "Hey, mom, can I come and talk with you?" I sounded like a five year old but I was too sad to care right now.
"Oh, sweetie, your dad told me, I've expected you to call, come on over." The smile was back to my face, well a much smaller smile but a smile none the less.
I sat and spilled my guts to my mom, all about our contest and my slip up. I shared how I came to the realization of how I felt and that I needed to verbalize things with Isabella. Mom agreed and sent me on my way, after a few hugs and reassurances from her that I would be fine.
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