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Chapter 10

Sam's POV:

I call Breadstix to make my reservation.

"Hello, this is Breadstix. How may I help you?" A cheery lady asks.

"Hi, can I make a reservation for two tonight at 7:30?"

"Sure! What's your name sweetie?"

"Sam Evans."

"Wait. THE Sam Evans?! I was going to go to that carwash but I then I-." She stops talking, becoming extremely quiet. I can only hear the faint sound of her breathing quickening.

"You what?" I ask, getting slightly upset.

"Iheardthereviews." She says quickly, making me have to take time in order to understand what she said.

"The reviews?" I ask, knowing this is probably the reason no one showed up.

"Oh, um, yeah, well... never mind." And she hangs up.

I call again hoping she answers the phone.

"Hello, this is Breadstix. How may I help you?" The same peppy lady says into the phone.

"Sam again. Can I atleast make my reservation? And I really want to know the reviews. Who told the reviews?! Wait. no. WHAT WERE THE REVIEWS?!" I scream into the phone.

"I, uh-so I may ha- Well- Okay, so I kinda heard that there are dead people in- um in your basement?" She stutters.

"What? The only dead things I have in my basement are dead roses. They were given to my mom for her birthday and she never watered them. Anyways, who told you this?"

"I dont think I can tell you. She kinda threatened to write reviews about Breadstix as well and blame it on me! I- I'm sorry." I can hear small sobs come from the other line of the phone. 

"Sh, It's ok. I guess I can try to figure it out on my own. Can I at least have your number?" I decide to let her go. She's obviously innocent. I laugh at myself, feeling like I'm in the CIA or some type of shit. Especially when they're like: No! Prove it! 

"Prove it?!" She asks.

"Oh shit. Um,  no. That was m-my computer. He says that a lot." Shit. I need to stop thinking out loud.

I hear a soft giggle come from the other side of the phone.

"Ok, well tell your computer that he does very good impressions. Oh and my number is 111-111-1111 (A/N I obv. just made tht up. but yeah. ok.). And I will see you at 7:30!" And with that, she hangs up.

I pick up my phone and text Brittany to wear something fancy for tonight. I then put my phone down, and begin to get ready.

There's this stereoptype that says that boys can get ready in way less than an hour. It's a lie. I mean, sure that may apply to some guys. But definitely not me. It takes me one hour just to get my hair perfect.

Whenever I do my hair, I first wash it, blow dry it, then brush it out, and finally put gel in it. If it still does not look perfect, I repeat the process until it does.

Luckily, I get my hair looking just the way I want it to on my first try. 

Next, I look down and make sure that my abs look perfect. Even if they will be covered by my suit, they still need to look perfect.

I then go and choose my outfit. I choose my tux. It's also the only fancy type of suit that I own. 

Well, once I borrowed a suit from Kurt. Biggest mistake of my life. He gave me a light blue suit with ruffles all over it because he thought it brought out the color in my eyes.