Can I Have Your Attention Please

Chapter 12: Emotion-Altering

QOC: How hot/cold is it where you live at the moment?

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Sam's POV
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Rich kids.

They have so much goddamn money that they don't know what to do with it. This results in them throwing it away on useless and impeccable things. The Ryhawk twins could buy as many iPhones and MacBooks and as much Apple tech as they wish without going green-dry.

I've never understood how someone acquires so much cash in the first place, unless it's given underneath a family generation being passed down. Or if they get a small loan of one million dollars (no reference intended). But even then, where did that original money start in the generations of families? And where did someone get that loan?

At one point in time there were no banks. There was no way to be "rich" unless you had a higher status. And even in that era - say Greek royalty ages - you weren't considered wealthy. You were simply given everything you asked for. Nowadays, rich people buy everything they ask for.

So where did the money come from?

According to Kason, right out of his ass.

I stare at the phone in my hands in shock, and then back up to him. He just gives me this dull expression, waiting for me to crawl over my initial wall of surprise.

"You bought me a phone," I say exaggeratively.

He rolls his eyes. "Just shut the hell up. You've said that four times already, five including this time."

My eyes stay glued to him in this widened state. "But why?"

He glares at me, unimpressed with my large amount of surprised questions. "Because if we're gonna have whatever deal we have going on, I'm going to need you on call. And, if you absolutely need me, I'll be on call too." He glances back into the hall, making sure no one is near the door of the empty classroom we're inside of. It's the beginning of the day, and everyone is arriving at Westland to get ready for first hour.

I snap my jaw closed and clench my teeth together, shoving the phone into my jacket. "You want me to be a booty call," I accuse.

He shrugs. "And I'll be yours."

I glare at him pointedly, and he runs his hand through his unruly hair like he probably always does whenever he needs someone to give into him.

"Look, we both know that for some reason, we need each other for sex. Just accept the phone and call me when your body needs me." He shrugs.

I scoff. "I'm not desperate. If it's anyone who calls first, it'll be you."

He scoffs in return. "Yeah right. You'll be ringing me up within a week, bunny."

I raise a brow. "Is that a challenge?"

"How about a bet?" He asks.

I cross my arms. "The prize being...?"

Kason leans against the wall. "Well, when you crack, you have to go to the biggest high school party of the year in an outfit of my choice." He smirks.