3 Too much pressure for me (1/2)
Thursday, April 10, 2014
07h57am
For over an hour now, Adam has been struggling with his clothes. Brown or black shirt? Socks burgundy or black? Grey or black shirt and finally, as far as the jacket is concerned, there is only one and it is black so the question does not arise. Minutes pass, time is running out, but Adam does not find the answer to his questions on which his youth depends entirely. Still in his underpants in his room, the skeleton boy shudders when he hears a violent blow of the brakes followed by what sounds like a skidding noise coming from the small road in front of his house.
Cheirfield is in the inner suburbs of New York City, but it's a very quiet place. This kind of driving freaks are very rarely seen, especially so early in the morning. Adam is about to go to the window and look when a honk of the horn surprises him. Advancing again, even before he reached the window, a second prolonged honking followed the first one that had just been emitted. He can barely get to the window when the funny little music made in Sony who has been delivered with his smartphone makes him make an instant U-turn. When he picks up, he doesn't need to put the speaker on to hear his correspondent's voice perfectly;
”Adam, are you kidding me? 08:00am is not 08:02am. Get over here before I come up and bring you back here by the butt skin.”
”Ha but. (tut tut tut) Too late she hung up.”
Adam scratches his head for a moment, after which he doesn't ask himself any more questions. He is not particularly careful when he puts on the first piece of clothing that falls into his hands. Once dressed, he reflexively grabs his wallet and then his smartphone, after which he rushed down the stairs. His sneakers on his feet, Adam is ready to open the door, when he remembers that today he is leaving after his mother who took his trousseau and took his keys out of the door. Again he runs up the stairs when his smartphone rings again.
”Adam, what the hell are you doing? If you wanted to make me mad for our first date, congratulations, it's a success. Get over here right now, I'm sick of waiting. (tut tut tut)”
Adam, who has just hung up, is under too much pressure. With his head now empty, he no longer knows why he was going back to his room. Not wanting to keep the unhappy beauty waiting, he descends the stairs even faster, but in front of the door, everything comes back to him in memory. It's only 8:03am, but Adam, who to please Jessica got up at 5:30am without even being ready on time, wants to cry.
08h07am
When he finally opens the door of his house, Adam, who blames himself, doesn't dare look in front of him. On the other hand, the fury sitting in the car does not take his eyes off the boy. Her anger is very real and she finds it quite legitimate. The one that no one should keep waiting had to wait 7 minutes this morning and she finds this unacceptable. In 7 minutes, she honked 23 times and called Adam 9 times and yet he allows himself this kind of delay. If he was still late but it was worth it, Jessica would calm down, but that is far from being the case. Green and pink sneakers, red socks, faded blue jeans too short, salmon shirt badly buttoned, except for a classic black jacket, everything is to be thrown away. No longer able to hold on, she opens her door and walks fast towards the clown, who is too tight in his jeans and has trouble walking properly.