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So, I manged to get this one out quicker for everyone. I just want to say I forgot to add the name to the last chapter and I am sorry. For anyone wondering it's Chapter Title is "I Still Think You're A Dick". I hope you all enjoy this one as much as the last and thank you for everyone who commented on the last chapter. I always enjoy reading any comments someone has to give. They help me improve my writing as well as to drive me to continue on with my story. If you want to take the time to email me please feel free to at Shataikaj@yahoo.com. I hope you all enjoy the next chapter in the story.
Drew Aluran
Chapter 4: My Friends Call Me Ken
My cellphone's ringer interrupted me before I could finish asking for my favor. Hoping it wasn't important I checked the screen on my phone only to see the words MOM on the screen. 'A call from Mom in the middle of the day? Fuck this won't be good.' Holding up my hand with just my index finger up, I opened the phone and spoke into it. "Hi Mom," I began, watching Jason's face sink as he too thought something bad had happened.
"Hi honey, I need you to do me a favor." My Mom began the conversation with. "You see, Katie is out selling girl scout cookies with her friends and I was supposed to pick her up, but my boss just dropped a ton of paperwork on my desk that I can't let sit here. Can you please go grab her? She's at the plaza with the Dunkin Dounuts on 202" she said giving me directions, knowing I would do this before I had a chance to respond.
"Okay, I'll grab her Mom." I sighed knowing this day was only going to get even more complicated before it was through.
"Thank you so much honey, you're a lifesaver."
"I know, I've got to go mom, I will see you tonight. Love you" I finished up with.
"I love you too dear!" My mom finished as she hung up. Quietly I lowered my phone and placed it back into my light blue jeans pocket. "Jason, I need to go grab my sister. Can I please meet you back at my place?" I nearly begged.
"Sure, but first I should warn the school that the mascot was stolen. I mean they are going to notice and all, and I do not want to be blamed for knowing something and not reporting it."
"Please.... can you just go to my place and when I meet you there I will explain everything. Can you wait on doing anything till I clarify what's going on?" I nearly begged him. My face pulling off the best puppy dog look I could.
"Fine." Jason sighed, "But you owe me... and I mean big here man."
"I know, and I will explain everything. After I get Katie home though." I finished, turning around and running to my car so as to grab Katie as quick as possible. Finding my silver Volkswagen Passat I pulled the key from my pocket and unlocked it. Throwing myself into the seat and taking off towards the prime cookie location my sister's troop decided to occupy.
Arriving there I got out of my car, and feeling a chill in the wind I opened the back seat to pull out my black leather jacket. Casually throwing it on I began to look around for the table with the cookies set up on it, knowing my sister would be nearby.
I quickly spotted my sister there amongst the other girls and quietly walked over to her, hoping she was done for the day and I wouldn't have to wait. Sadly as I got closer to her I saw her with a poor unsuspecting grandma next to her, boxes of cookies in my sister's hands as she tried to sell them.
"That will be fifty nine, seventy five," My sister said to the old woman writing a check. Taking it she pulled out her best smile possible, the grandma looking confused as to why she just spent so much on cookies. My sister then handed over the boxes, her voice as sweet as can be as she finished the deal. "Have a nice day, and thank you so much for supporting my girl scout troop."
"Yet another dashing sale little sis?" I asked, a smile crossing my face as I knew how dangerous she could be when it came to any sort of business.
"Of course, I've earned triple what the rest of these girls have today" She bragged back happily, glaceing over at the three other girls with the scout mom trying to convince a group of waiting parents to buy.
"Well it's time to go, mom told me to grab you and take you home, so let's go say goodbye to you're friends and get outta here." I responded hopefully, my mind still racing with how I was going to explain everything to Jason.
"Yeah right big bro," She answered back, dashing my hopes away with a single sentence. "The dance class here is just about to let out and, I will not miss getting these starving overworked girls to buy my cookies. I want the vacation package this year! Do you know what the water in Jamaica is like? And we get to go there when it's cold here! I am not missing a chance to get out of shoveling snow."
"Katie, I'm in a little bit of a hurry!" I pleaded back, hoping to change her mind.
"Well big bro, you gotta deal, I know you like the snow and all, but I want some warmth for once this winter!" she shot back. "So go wait over there, and let me work." She finished up with, gesturing to the wall of the dance studio we were apparently in front of.
I frustratedly walked over there in defeat, annoyed at how long I was going to make Jason wait. 'God Damn, I hope he doesn't go on my computer again. Did I lock it this morning? I hope so, or else I might have an evening of more explaining. For once it would be nice not to have to explain everything I keep saved in my hard drive.' I began to rant to myself, letting out my frustration, as I watched little girls accompanied by parents and even teenagers filter out of the studio, to become unwilling prey for my sister's desire to go to Jamaica.
Glancing around I saw one girl waiting by the curb looking a little cold in just a leotard, her curly brown hair gently being pushed around by the light breeze. Turning her head as if to look for someone I realized it was Camellia standing there. Silently I moved shifting off my jacket and laying it on her shoulders, causing her to jump and look at me.
"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you. You just looked colds standing here without a jacket." I said to her, hoping to continue to inspire the idea of a friendship between us.
"Knight, don't scare me like that." She barked back, clearly unsettled by my appearance. "And what are you just stalking me now? Talk about creepy!" The moment her response left her lips I wound up laughing, my mind taking perverse humor that it was a girl who suspected me of stalking, and not the boy I had done so on the ice with since I started high school. Calming down I noticed the extreme scowl on her face, It's disapproval sobering my mirth like a bucket of ice water.
"Sorry...It's just.... never mind you wouldn't get it." I said, hoping to explain away my laughter as my own bizare sense of humor. "But for you information I am not stalking you, my mom asked me to pick up my little sister." I explained, hoping to calm her down and have a normal conversation.
"Your little sister dances, that's cool" She responded her icy demeanor calming down and begining to turn friendly again.
"More like preys upon them." I scoffed back, earning a confused look from Camellia. "She's over there." I stated while pointing to her attracting a few of the teenage girls close enough to her for her to sell cookies.
"You mean that's your sister! Seems like persistence runs in your family."
"I guess you've had the privilege of being her victim before?" I laughed back as I imagined Camellia falling victim to my sister's remarkably well developed salesmenship.
"Yeah," She laughed along with me. "I thought one box of thin mints can't kill me. Next thing I know I've spent forty bucks on eight different types of cookies half of which I don't like. She's gonna be a wicked business-woman after college."
"Yeah I keep telling my mom that she shouldn't be allowed to sell anything, but my mom thinks it's cute. You should have seen the war me and my sister had when I banned her from selling anything to my friends." I explained, causing Camellia to laugh.
"What happened to cause you to make that rule?" She asked.
"Well, Carlos, Jason, and I were all hanging out one day after school and she decided she wanted to play salesperson. Jason and I didn't want to play, we had learned our lesson about that game the first time Katie ever sold girl scout cookies. But Carlos, he couldn't stand up to her puppy dog pout. The poor boy never had a chance. He went home that day with more fancy soaps than a fourteen year old boy wants, needs, or should have. His mom thought he was gay for the next six months, and was being all supportive, despite Carlos's denial. His mom even tried to set him up on a date with another guy, it was hilarious!" I recalled for her, watching the awe-struck horror cross her face.
"That girl is dangerous..." She fished out of her stunned silence.
"I know, I'm just happy our mom took my side in that argument, otherwise I don't know if she would have listened."
"Well, Knight, you should probably grab her and go, you don't want to be here when my ride comes. He is the head of your lynch mob after all." She killed the conversation with, nervously looking towards the parking lot.
"For starters my friends call me Ken, about the only one who calls me Knight that I know of is Logan, and that's just cause it's what's painted on the back of my jersey."
"...Okay Ken, I promise to call you Ken, but can you please not cause a scene here with him?" She pleaded.
"Don't worry I don't think Logan will cause a scene with us talking in a public area. If he asks just tell him you were calling me a jerk."
"I don't think you know my friend that well." She responded as a red S.U.V. pulled up behind her, beeping its horn. Jumping she turned. My head looking at the driver who obviously wasn't Logan sitting there with a confused look on his face.
"Well that's my ride apparently. Here's your jacket Knight, I'll see you tomorrow." She said shrugging the coat off her shoulders, and handing it back to me.
"I told you my friends call me Ken." I responded, grabbing her wrist and pulling on her arm so her forearm was extended. I pulled a pen from my pocket quickly and wrote my name on the underside of her forearm, with my cell number below it. "And they also can call or text me outside of school if they ever want to talk." I said smiling. Letting her arm go I watched as she walked backwards towards the car, turning only to open the door. As she got in she looked back at me and I couldn't help but shout out one more goodbye. "I'll talk with you soon then!" I called back as she closed the door. The driver of the car's face holding an expression of shock and confusion over the little bit of our exchange he must have heard.
Turning around I noticed my sister standing silently behind me, her scout mother looking at me with a disapproving face, as if I spent all my time around my sister picking up girls. The grin on my face faltered for a moment as I realized this situation must look bad.
"Your sister is ready young man." The lady barked out. "Next time, please refrain from trying fill your Friday night's entertainment when you're around impressionable young minds." She finished with, turning around and walking back towards the rest of the girls.
Looking down I saw my sister with a smirk on her face, trying to stop herself from laughing. "Don't even start." I warned throwing my jacket back on and walking towards my car.
"Start what, Big Brother?" She innocently asked, as if she wasn't scheming something evil.
"Nothing." I responded pulling out my keys and opening the car so we could get in. The rest of the car ride home was spent in thankful silence. Katie silently counting out how much she had sold over the few hours outside the studio.
We soon arrived at our house, the only other car in the driveway being Jason's. Getting out I went to the front door, holding it open so Katie could get in, I watched her throw her coat on the floor.
"You know Mom is gonna yell at you for that little sis." I called out to her.
"...Fine" She sighed moving to pick it up.
"By the way, since mom probably won't be home anytime soon, I figured I'd make tacos for dinner. Sound good to you?" I asked.
"Sure, come get me when your done cooking, I need to go add these totals in with my other sheets and see how many more boxes I need to sell for Jamaica."
"Alright." I laughed back. 'That vacation is going to be an awesome time.' I thought to myself as I walked down the hall and stairs to my room. As I got closer to the door I got a tiny bit nervous. I knew there wasn't anything else Jason could find on my computer but him on it still worried me. So, I opened my door and looked around, happy to find him laying on my bed listening to music.
Grabbing a sock off my floor I picked it up and rolled it into a ball real quick. Taking aim, I threw the sock at Jason's head. He shot up quickly, the shock from evident on his face as he ripped the ear-buds from his ears. "What the hell dude?"
"I'm making tacos for dinner tonight, you want to stay?" I offered knowing Jason wouldn't pass up free tacos.
"Hell yeah!" he responded a smile sketching itself across his face.
"Good then get you ass upstairs and help me start chopping things. I'll explain what happened this afternoon while we cook."
"Alright with me." He said getting up and following me upstairs. Walking through the main hall we used the opening on the right to enter the kitchen. It wasn't a giant room, but it did manage to hold a medium sized table to the right. On the wall behind the table was the pantry door. To my left was the same white fridge that has sat there since I was a kid. Past that was a long line of counter space. Just ahead of us at the end of the room was the stove, and the microwave above it.
I opened the fridge and began to pull things out, putting them into Jason's arms so I could dig deeper, finding the last few things that we needed. Finally I found the cheese hidden in the back, grabbed it and closed the door. Jason used to helping me cook every now and then had already moved the rest of the supplies to the table.
"So, whats going on with you and Captain Hottie now?" Jason began breaking the silence.
"First, you cut the veggies I'll cook the meat?" I asked figuring I would explain as we worked.
"Sure, but that still doesn't answer my question." he responded as he moved to pull a chef's knife and cutting board out from their cabinets.
"Okay, so let me finish before you say anything okay?" I asked, watching him nod his acceptance. "Alright, so I need you to forget you saw Logan take the mascot costume. I know the coach and faculty are going to go crazy from all this but I've made sure that he is going to return it. But he sorta challenged me, saying that we couldn't beat the Ducks this week without it, which both you and I know we can. So I told him he could keep it for a week it still wouldn't do anything, cause we are going to win."
"So that's all really?" He asked suspiciously. "I swore you would have made a move on the boy especially since you let him keep the costume."
"Well he sorta handed the costume out to his friends in a car before I could stop him."
"Ahh the good old snatch and flee, so that's all that happened?"
"Yeah so you think you can do me a favor and keep this quiet for now?" I asked praying he would say yes.
"Only if you do me a favor." Jason responded a sly smile spreading across his face.
"What?" I asked in dread fearing the impossible.
"I want you to help me get Camellia to say yes to going on a date with me."
"Alright." I said, praying this was easier than it sounded, after all she was new and didn't know Jason's reputation. Not to mention she also was starting not to hate me. And with that we both started to work on dinner, our usual banter returning to normal as we fixed up the tacos.