"Hey Napoleon, it's Samantha." She whispered into the phone while lying on her bed, staring at the ceiling. Gena was off at Cheerleading practice, but she still didn't want to take a chance and have her overhear incase she came back early.
"Samantha, gosh! I'm glad you called me back. I was just thinking of that dress you wore to homecoming…remember, the one with the big sleeves? It was awesome." said Napoleon, blissfully unaware of Samantha's plot.
"Oh…yeah. Wow, I haven't seen you since you went off to college." Samantha said, pretending to care.
"Your mom goes to college!" Kip yelled in the background.
"Kip, shut up! Gosh, idiot! Why do you have to listen to my phone calls? Sorry about that Samantha." Napoleon apologized.
"Oh, that's ok. Well anyway, I was calling because I have this friend that would really like to meet you. She remembers you from high school and can't wait to see you again." Samantha lied.
"Really? Sweet! But…I thought you and I could get together and get some tots down town or something." said Napoleon.
"Oh, but I have a boyfriend." Samantha said, which was a lie. "But my friend is single."
"Oh, ok. Do you think I can show her my wicked sweet nun chuck skills?" Napoleon asked.
"Uh, sure. Why not? Hey, you can meet her at the coffee house at 2 tomorrow, ok?"
"Thanks! You're freaking awesome Samantha! Too bad you're not coming…you're missing out on some great tots."
"Oh don't worry, I'll live. Well, bye." Samantha said, growing impatient.
"Bye!"
Samantha hung up the phone.
"Oh Gena!" Samantha yelled into her cell phone a few minutes later.
"Yeah?" Gena answered, sounding tired from her practice.
"Alright, it's all set. You're going to meet Nap--uh, Nathan tomorrow at the coffee house at 2. He can't wait to meet you!" Samantha feigned enthusiasm.
"Great! Look, thanks a lot Sam. I haven't had a date in ages. You're a real friend." Gena beamed.
"Yeah, uh, thanks." Samantha replied. Because she was so evil, she felt no regret in her plot. She hung up the phone.