Disclaimer: Like I've already said before - I don't own Star Trek!
CAITLIN
God! When is he going to call? I said, putting down my trumpet.
How should I know? I'm not a stupid 11 year old boy! My best friend Samantha exclaimed. We were sitting on my bed, practicing the instruments we played for band class. Sam was just taking apart her flute and putting it in it's case.
He's not 11! He's only a year younger than me, he's 12 now! Remember his birthday was three weeks ago? I said.
Yeah, yeah. Whatever.
The phone rang suddenly. I'll get that! I jumped up.
A boy's voice said.
What? Stalker, is that you? I furrowed my brow in confusion.
Who is it? Sam questioned, coming closer to the phone.
I covered the mouth piece. Dunno. I think it might be that boy from my History and French classes. I uncovered the mouth piece. Are you still there?
Silence.
I asked, my only response was the breathing on the other end of the phone.
Hey! French boy! Sam yelled at the phone.
Shut up! I paused, waiting for a reply. I think he hung up. Oh well. I started to hang up the phone when I heard him say something in French again. What did you say?
Just say yes or no! The boy said breathlessly.
Ummm... Sure. Now tell me what you were saying, I demanded.
I asked you... I asked you if you would go out with me. He said quickly, then hung up.
Wait! I'm already going out with someone! I called out.
I turned to look at Sam, who was laughing hysterically. You don't even know his name! Then she gasped. If you go out with him, you will be cheating on Stalker!
I know that! I'm not going to go out with him, though!
Oh, come on! You aren't even going on one little date, just to see what he's like? Sam pleaded.
Why? Do you want me to cheat on Stalker? I said, shocked.
Sam said mysteriously.
I glared at her, then hit her with a pillow.