... not in love with Kale Eddison by Joanne McClean Page B

down beside it. Her head was full of
thoughts about Kale and this frustrated her. She sighed and figured
she’d phone Maddie; even though her friend was acting weird, Izzie
felt like talking to someone and Maddie would have to do. She
rummaged through her bag and checked her pockets; no phone. She
frowned and then punched the mattress … Kale. Izzie was angry at
herself; how was she so stupid to have accidentally left her phone
at his house? She’d never get it back now. Just as she had decided
to take a shower, Izzie was in the middle of slipping off her shoes
when there was a knock at the front door. She sighed, knowing her
grandmother wouldn’t hear it, and made her way downstairs.
    Izzie flung
open the door and was met by a pretty blonde woman. “Uh,
hello?”
    The blonde
woman smiled at her, “Hi, Izzie isn’t it?”
    Izzie nodded,
wondering who this stranger was and how she knew her name.
    “Hi,” the woman
said again and continued, “I’m Alicia – Kale’s assistant – he
wanted me to drop this off.” She produced Izzie’s mobile from her
bag and handed it to her.
    Izzie took it
and gazed at the woman, wondering if Kale had told what had
happened between them today? “Um, thanks.” was all she managed to
say.
    Alicia smiled,
“Mr Eddison was busy and insisted it be returned to you A.S.A.P.
Have a nice evening.” She smiled at Izzie and made her way back to
her car and Izzie watched her drive off. Izzie looked down at her
mobile; it didn’t look to have been unlocked and for that she was
grateful; at least Kale respected her privacy. She decided that
Kale wasn’t all bad but returning her phone wasn’t going to make
her forget his actions earlier. She made her way upstairs again and
threw the mobile on her bed before she headed for the shower; she
really needed to clear her head.
     
    Izzie felt ten
times better after her hot steaming shower; she put on her comfiest
jeans and a hoodie and settled onto her bed. She extracted her iPod
from the mess within her schoolbag and selected some soothing songs
that would help her relax. She was really just beginning to forget
the events of the past few hours when she heard her phone bleep.
Izzie sighed, a little annoyed that she had been distracted and
lifted her phone. A quick glance at the screen showed there was one
new message alerting her to a new email message in her inbox. Izzie
sighed and booted up her laptop; it took a few minutes for her
email inbox to load but when it did, she found she had received an
email from one Kale Eddison. Izzie had had an inkling as to who it
might have been from and she was proved right. She sighed and
clicked the message open.
     
    From: Kale
Eddison
    Subject: I was
a jerk
    To: “Izzie
Frank”
    Date: Friday,
22 October 2010, 18.32
     
    ‘Dear
Izzie,
    Sorry about
earlier and this invasion of privacy (I got your email address from
a message in your inbox on your phone – you can hate me for this
but I really needed to talk to you; so once again I apologise)
Anyway, I really needed to talk to you and I figured since you
didn’t want to see me again, emailing or texting (yeah I’ve got
your number too – please don’t be mad but I had to make sure you
would hear me out; it’s my second option if you don’t reply to
this) anyway, back to the point, I figured since it wasn’t face to
face, it doesn’t really count and I’m not disobeying your wish of
never seeing me again. First off, I can’t tell you how deeply I
regret my actions … I was stupid and I didn’t treat you with the
respect you deserve. I took no thought in thinking about what you
wanted; my thoughts were just of myself and for that I apologise. I
cannot begin to imagine how horrible it must have been for you to
be treated that way against your will. I will not try and defend my
actions … I acted like a jerk – and I know it. I failed to put my
feelings to one side so they wouldn’t cloud my