Can I Have Your Attention Please

Chapter 18: Not A Good Idea

QOC: What are the three most important things to find of value in a person?

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Sam's POV
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I didn't get my wish.

The smell of disinfectant fills my nostrils as I sit emotionlessly on my nurse bed in the school, where I sanction. I'm alone, thankfully, but I don't know why. Whatever. I'm glad I'm alone.

My head rests against the wall as I stare at the poster across the room that says, "Ouchies don't last forever." Or actually, the cartoon sun character is saying that. And he's smiling. Like that's the truth. I scoff. He even is giving the world a thumbs-up with his white gloves on his hands. How does the sun wear gloves? Psh. It just proves he's a liar.

Because in reality, ouchies do last forever. Ouchies are permanent on the inside of our skin. I have one too many "ouchies" on my brain and heart. They're pretty scratched and beaten up to the point where bruises and cuts show. And it seems I've run out of bandages and medication to get over the wounds. Because they're not momentary. They last until you breathe your last breath. And I'm pretty sure they don't have any drugs that heal those inner scars yet.

I feel absolutely numb after what I can only assume I had was a panic attack. And when I woke up an hour and a half ago, I just sat up and stayed in this position, staring at that stupid poster.

Lies.

"You're a lying bastard," I tell the sun in a monotonous whisper. My facial expression doesn't change. My voice stays quiet and rid of any tone. No positivity. But no negativity. Just...nothing.

My phone suddenly begins to ring, and my heart leaps. My outsides, however, stay neutral. I slowly look over at the screen, watching Cameron's name pop up spontaneously. I sigh and pick it up, pressing answer.

"Hello?" I ask annoyedly.

"Oh, I see a stick has shoved its way up your ass this fine day," he greets cheerily. I glare at the phone, ignoring the weird feeling I get from his choice of words. I hate that expressions like that mean something totally different to me now.

"Yeah, whatever. Why'd you call?" I ask through a sigh.

"Kason said you had an incident at the school, whatever that means. Are you good?" He asks.

I roll my eyes. "He told you to call me because he didn't want to do it himself." I sneer as a statement. Not a question.

There's hesitance, and I take it as my answer.

"Sam, I don't know what happened between you guys but he's pretty pissed off, more th—"

"Good. Let him be angry. Tell him that I'm just fine. That I haven't reacted to anything negatively," I sneer. I want Kason to know that his douchiness doesn't have any sort of effect on me, even though it does. I feel satisfied knowing that he's feeling pissed off, more so than usual, as Cameron was going to say. I don't want him to feel anything beyond anger or sadness right now.

Cameron sighs. "Anyway, Kassidy also asked me to tell you that her parents came home today, and would like to meet you. She told me to say that you can bring your stuff to her house and stay the night so we can all leave together in the morning."