Angels and Death

chapter 8

CHAPTER 8. ©                            TRUTH HURTS, BUT WILL ALWAYS SET YOU FREE.

 **Hello all the song above is Mr. Incredible by Sick of sarah. Be forewarned it contains cussing. If that can be overlooked, look for the cue down below in this chapter.)**

SAMANTHA.

I stared straight at Tiffany, how amazingly quick I had gotten over my shock, my mind was screaming profanities. If you could see my eyes, they said death glare. As the old saying goes, if looks could kill... But still, Tiff held the phone out to me. She was tapping her foot impatiently now, while giving me a cocky look. My eyes suddenly squinted evilly, Why I oughta-  "Take the frickin' phone!" Tiff growled at me in a quiet-grunting kinda way. Sheesh, I finally took the phone.

"Yes, uh... (clearing my throat) um yeah..." I cannot believe what an utter loser I am! Why didn't I just hang up? 

"Who's this?" Jace said, probably just as confused as I am-me being how the hell could I even go through with this in the first place? And he, thinking who the hell is this loser freak? Honestly It's a lose, lose.

I looked up at Tiffany, which I probably shouldn't have because she gave me the look that said Don't be stupid! TALK! 

Grrrr! I am getting so sick of those looks! And so, I made another pathetic attempt to talk to him again, "Err.. Um hi? It's.. It's me-me-hi"

Wow. If I could have, I would've kicked my own ass just then...sigh. 

"Oh! I see, lovely so... who's me?" Jace said sarcastically and utterly confused. "Oh, Samantha. It me um, Sam." Why, when getting on the phone to him, I lose all sense of rationality? Why, just flushed down the toilet, went my common sense, and ability to talk correctly on the phone?

"Oh! Oh hey! How are you?" he said all giddy and chipper. Clearly someone here was ecstatic for this phone call. "I'm fine, thanks. Umm, so I don't know... how about you?" I said clearly unsure how to proceed in this conversation. "I'm great now! So look, I gotta go to the doctors right now, I'd really love to stay and chat but-"

Yes! Yes! This isn't so bad, This was the out I was hoping for. Naturally, I replied in a too happy sort of way, borderlining on creepy " Yeah, sure. No problem! Ok. b-"

But I was interrupted. -"So what are you doing later?" Crap. "Do you mind if I come by? We don't have to go anywhere if you don't want to. We could just chill at your place if you want, maybe watch a movie, or order take out?" he sounded so happy, so excited. "Um Jace? I'm.. I'm not sure-" but I was cut off again. -"Oh, my bad. Am I like being a stage 5 clinger on you or what? I shouldn't have just assumed... it's just, I was kinda excited to come by. You seem like a really cool person and..."

He drifted off. His whole tone changed, and all was silent on the other line. Ok now I felt bad, real bad. I don't even know why I'm doing this, or further more why I'm feeling bad. He could be just a friend, and what's wrong with friends? Friends are what I really need right now, and... YAHTZEE! A lightbulb lit up inside my brain. I think what my problem here is, my subconscious is taking this too serious, too intimately. Its an intimacy issue... makes sense.

 Robby!

If good ol' Robby joins in on the fun, intimacy issue taken out to the trash. Welcome party of four.

"No, no it's ok-" Quick think of a lie... "-I was.. I was just thinking maybe you could call Robby? And the two of you could come. You know together, here. Yeah. So it's just the four of us. Sound fun to you? It does to me!" Again, WOW. Tone down the theatrics or it won't be pizza they bring, it'll be the folks in the shiny white uniforms with the shinny white van.