The Guy Everybody Wants

Chapter 5

The next morning I woke up to the feeling of my Egyptian silk sheets wrapped around me. God I love theses sheets, I thought to myself.... Never mind.

"You had better love them considering they're four hundred dollars," said a familiar female voice from the doorway: Mom.

"Mom? What are you doing in my room?" I asked groggily, wiping the sleep from my eyes.

"I came to give you your cell phone. It keeps... beeping," she said distastefully and throws me my cell phone.

"Um, OK. You could have had one of the maids or something bring it to me y'know?" I raised an eyebrow at my mother. She never came up to my room. Especially not for something as simple as my cell phone.

"Yes, I know," she paused and took a deep breath, "I came to apologize for not telling you what I thought about that Lauren girl. It was wrong and I should have told you from the start that she was a conniving little b-"

"Mom!" I interrupted before she could continue.

"I was going to say brat, Colby. Although, what you were most likely thinking is probably more accurate," she smirked at me and laughed, but only for a brief second.

"Come here," she said with open arms. I automatically went to my Mom and accept the embrace that she was offering. I was immediately engulfed by the smell of her overwhelming Chanel perfume.

"I only want for my baby to be happy," she said and pulled away from me to look at me "You know that right, my little Colbster?"

"Yeah, Mom. I know," I told her truthfully, because unlike my father, I knew my mom didn't think everything revolved around money.

"Good," she said, and kissed my forehead.

"Now would you please make that horrible invention stop beeping?" she laughed and left my room without another word.

Just then I realized my phone had in fact, been beeping. I went back over to my bed and picked up my phone to see that I had two missed calls and six text messages: all from Stiff. The thought of Stiff having to use his phone while hung-over brought a smile to my face as I call him back. He answered quickly, he was probably waiting by his cell.

"Dude! It was first thing tomorrow like three hours ago and you're still nowhere to be seen. Care to explain?" He groans, his ultimate hangover evident.

I frowned and then remembered I told him I'd come over. I wasn't actually being serious, in all honesty, I thought he wouldn't even remember anything waking up in the morning.

But I guess I was mistaken.

"Yeah, man. I'm on my way now," I grabbed a pair of pants and struggled to get them on while keeping my cell sandwiched between my ear and my shoulder.

"Uh-huh... Sure you are," I could hear the laugh mixed with pain in his voice. Without warning, I stepped on the last bit of my blue jeans while pulling them up and ended up falling face first onto my floor and dropping my phone while trying to save myself from a bad landing.

Still on the floor, I finished putting my pants on and fumbled for my phone on the ground. Putting the phone back to my ear, I'm greeted with the sound of Stiff laughing heartily.

"D-did you just f-fall over?" he said between fits of laughter.

"I didn't fall. The floor just... Needed a hug, that's all," I grumbled. Stiff busted out laughing and I could picture him clutching his sides for air.

"Ah, man you're killing me. My head is exploding," he laughs "Now come on, dude. Stop dicking around and get over here."

"Fine. I'll be there in ten," I told him. He said bye and I hung up. I took my shirt off over my head and put on a new clean white one with my dog-tag. I always preferred to wear white shirts, it makes my dark brown (almost black) hair and blue-green eyes stand out more.