I took the steps by two and reached the top of the stairs in no time. I pushed open the door and I picked up my phone which was flashing with two missed calls. I fumbled with the buttons on my blackberry as I opened the numbers. TIOC? I wrinkled my brow and pressed call back.
"Hello, this is Toronto Institute of Canada, how may I help you?"
I frowned. Toronto Institute of Canada? That couldn't be right. What would they want to do with me? My mind flashed back to the letter I got just a few weeks ago. They wanted me to work for them but … that was all the way in Canada. Luckily, nobody knew but me. "Sorry, wrong number," I said quickly, starting to press hang up but I wasn't fast enough.
"Hold on, are you Mrs. Caitlin Greene?"
My eyes widen. I didn't even hesitate. "No."
"Really? Because it says on our phone service that you are."
"Um - " I could lie. I could say I was a friend. But I also knew I couldn't. I couldn't escape. "Yes, sorry, this is Caitlin."
"I'm Margret Parker, the current manager to TIOC. Did you receive my letter that we sent you?"
Again, I could lie. But I didn't. Again. "Yes," I said.
There's a pause on the other end of the phone. "And your answer is?"
I bit my lip nervously. "Right now is a really bad time actually. Can I get back to you?"
"Yes, of course. I understand that it's a big step since you live in L.A., is that right?"
"Yeah," I replied. "So, I'll get back to you - "
"Ms. Greene, you must understand that it is important you get back to us as soon as possible."
"Yeah, I know," I said, glancing at the door nervously. "I just need to think a little more," I lied. I knew very well my answer would be no. Everyone important to me was in L.A. My family, Katelyn, James, Kendall, Carlos - Logan.
"Alright, remember you can always call us at (905)-234-9332 if you have any questions."
"Thanks." I paused as the other end was quiet. "Can I go now or - "
"Of course. I hope to work with you soon, Ms. Greene."
"Me too," I said before hanging up. I scoffed. My butt. The only way I'd accept that job was if -
My cell phone rang from my hands. I frowned. Don't tell me it was Margret calling back already. "Hello?"
"Caitlin! Is that you?" My mom's familiar voice
"Oh, hey mom. What's up?" I was glad to hear her voice since she and my dad got out of the hospital because a car accident a few weeks ago.
"I just got a letter from the TIOC and it says that they want you to work for them!"
My eyes widen and I sighed, drawing circles on Logan's bed. "I know, I got a letter too."
"Oh. Well why didn't you tell me?"
"I wasn't going to say yes anyways," I said, leaning back on the bed. I stared up at the ceiling, as my mother spoke.
"Caitlin, I really want you to rethink this choice. It'll be a great job experience - "
"To work in Canada?" I wrinkled my nose. Snow wasn't my thing.
"Mom, I don't think I want to." There's a pause on the other end and it worried me if something happened. "Mom?"
"You know, Caitlin, me and your father spoke about this together last night and we want you to take the job."
"But Mom - "
"No buts. I want you to call back Margaret and tell her you'll take the job offer."
"But I don't want the job!" I exclaimed, growing upset. She wasn't serious, was she?
"I don't care. I know best for you, Caitlin. Trust me."
"Mom!" I exclaimed. "This isn't fair!"
"If you don't, I'll call them and tell them for you."
"Wha - "
I sighed, knowing I wouldn't be able to argue with my mother. "But what about my life in LA? What about my friends?" I asked, whispering. What about Logan?
"If they really cared, they'd understand," my mom said so easily. "Now you call up Margret or I will."
"Okay, yeah, whatever," I said, running my hands through my hair. "Bye," I grumbled, growing more upset within the minute. My anger burned inside of me. I was going to be an adult in a week, she didn't have to treat me like a baby anymore.
I won't cry, I thought to myself. I won't and will not cry. I bit my lips, closed my eyes tight before standing up on the bed and walking downstairs.
Logan sat on the couch, waiting for me. When he saw me come down, he stood up, grinning. "Who was on the phone?"
"No one important," I muttered. I looked off to the side. I couldn't look at him. If I did, I'd break down.
"Okay," he chuckled. "Ready to go?"
"Yep," I said, giving him a wary smile.
His face dropped and he walked closer to me. He lifted my chin and stared into my eyes. "Hey. Something wrong?"
"No," I replied immediately. I grabbed his hand and dragged him to the door. "C'mon, let's go." As far as i was concerned, I wouldn't tell Logan. Not yet. Soon. Just not now.
I mean, he'll understand.
My mind was distance the entire car ride to the carnival, giving Logan only slight nods or mumbles. He eventually got the hint and stopped trying. I sighed, looking out the window as the scenery pass by. The question buzzed in my brain, thumping against my head and making my heart ache. What to do now? I knew I had no choice to listen to my mom but there had to be some way to at least let me stay a bit longer. I wasn't going to pack my bags up and leave right away.
We were at the carnival soon and I tried to cheer up. Luckily, I didn't fail too bad and ended up a bit cheerful as we walked towards the game booths. "Look darts," I said, trying my best to keep my mind off the Canada job. Five darts for a dollar, a sign read.
"Five darts, my man," Logan said, sliding a bill across the table. I grabbed the darts and aimed precisely. I threw it and it hit the blue circle. I frowned as Logan chuckled.
"Your throw is all off, Cait," he said, shoving his hands in his pockets as he looked up shyly at you.
"Is not," I denied and threw it again. It hit the purple circle. "I can't believe it. I actually did worse."
Logan laughed again. "Here, let me show you," he said, wrapping his arms around me. He pressed his body close to yours as he held your right arm tightly and aimed. "Like this, babe."
He guided my arm and we threw the dart together, hitting it right on the rim of the red circle. "We did it!" I exclaimed, turning around to kiss him. He kissed me back, smiling into the kiss before I pulled away, my smile just as big.
"Pick a prize, Ms. Caitlin," he said, gesturing to the rack of stuffed animals.
"I want that one," I said, gesturing to the pink snake that hung on the top. The man grabbed it with his hook and handed it to me. "Thanks mister," I exclaimed, wrapping the snake around my neck as I beamed.
"Bet I can beat you at bumper cars," Logan said, wrapping his arms around my waist.
"Is it even possible to beat someone in that? All you do is bump into other cars," I said, wrinkling my nose.
"Alright then. How about … " His voice trailed off as his eyes scanned the booths. " … go carts!" He exclaimed, grabbing my hand an dragging me to the place.
"Bring it on, Tyrone," I said, following him.
"Buuuut - " He pushed me against the nearby wall and started to kiss me. "If I win, you owe me a thousand kisses. On top of the last thousand you owe me from bringing your towel in - "
"Okay, whatever," I murmur against his lips. "But I'll win so you don't have to worry about it."
"We'll see about that," he said, pulling me towards the track. He paid the man at the booth the price for two before hopping into a blue go-cart. "Prepared to be dazzled," he winked as he placed a helmet over his head.
"Sure thing, buddy," I laughed as I hopped into the green one. I glanced at the seatbelt attached and fumbled with it.
"Do you need help, miss?" A voice said. I glanced up at a floppy haired brunette who stared down at you with a smile. "You seem to be having trouble." He grinned as he leaned down and helped me fasten the belt, his fingers lingering on my waist.
"Oh, thanks," I managed to say.
"Safety first," he said, giving me a wink. I laughed warily as he handed me a helmet. I strapped it to my head and glance up at him, squinting at the sun.
"Is that all?"
"Feel free to drive," he said, stepping aside.
"Thanks again," I called as I drove my go-cart onto the track. Logan caught up behind me a few moments later, riding along beside me.
"What was that all about?" He asked, gesturing back to the back with his head. I could hear a tint of jealously in his voice and decided to use it to my advantage.
"Nothing, really," I said, shrugging.
"Does he know you're mine?"
I shrugged again. "I guess you really need to win the race, don't you, Logie?" I asked, looking at him once more before grinning and pressing on my pedal, picking speed as I moved forward faster.
"Be ready to lose, Cait," I heard him shout as I laughed, the wind in my hair.