Paying Attention

CHAPTER TWO



"Hey Sam." Says Alicia when I call her.

"Hey my sexy lady friend." I reply in a flirtatious voice.

She laughs. "So, what were you calling for?"

I pause. For dramatic purposes. "Lici, I need some help."

"I am not bailing you out of prison again."

"Again? That's never happened."

"Ya-huh. Remember the time when you TP'ed Mrs. Smiths house, and put a burning sack of poo on the front step? And remember how you got caught? Hmm?"

"Alicia, I didn't go to jail for that. Remember? I got caught, got a record, but was never put in the police car. Jeez, you really got to work on your memory skills. They're a little below par."

"Anyways." She says irritatedly. "What do you need?"

"Well, there's this guy..."

"Oh, a guy? Why didn't you mention that before?"

"Because you were saying that I was in jail once, and I was correcting you."

"Whatever," she says, now sounding excited. "What's his name?"

"Umm, Brady, Brandon. Well he kind of looked like a Steven actually-"

"You don't know his name."

"Excuse me, I was talking."

"How am I supposed to help you with a guy that doesn't exist?"

"He does exist, I just don't know his name, that's all."

"Sure." She replies sarcastically.

"Anyway's, can you help me look hot for tomorrow? He sits behind me in Math, and I need to make sure that the back looks just as good as the front."

After she lets out a long sigh, she says, "Sam, you're already beautiful. And by the way, he's not going to like the real you if you act like someone else."

"Ugh, thank's mom. Can you just help me please?"

"Fine."

"Thank you." I say.

"Yeah, yeah."

"I love you!" I sing.

"Bye." And then she hangs up the phone, and mom calls me down for dinner."