Chapter 4
To Sam's credit he did try hard all week to subtly suggest alternate plans for Friday night, but Derek would not budge. He was insistent that the two of them go to the mall in hopes of finding girls. It doesn't seem to matter to him at all that Sam and I are dating. All he cares about is picking up girls with his friend's new license.
By Friday I had bought Sam's presents and baked him a cake for lunch at school.
At the end of first period I ask for the bathroom pass and on my way back to class Sam comes up to me in the hallway.
"Hey"
"Hey. Did you just get here?"
"Yeah."
"Did you get your license?" I ask.
"Yeah I passed. Check it out." And with that he produces the laminated card from his wallet in his back pocket. I'm impressed. The picture actually looks like him; he's even wearing his hat. I swear he showers in that thing.
"Wow, that's a great picture. Congratulations. On passing, not for the great picture."
"Thanks. So, do you want a ride home?"
"Totally, thanks. If I don't have to wait around for the bus that would be great."
"Sure. So I'll meet you at your locker at the end of the day."
"Okay thanks."
The bell rings and in less time than I would have thought humanly possible Derek is at Sam's side asking if he passed the test. Sam tells him he did and shows him the license. Derek barely glances at it before declaring that he had already told some girls that they'd give them rides home.
"Okay, but I told Casey I'd give her a ride, so how many people did you tell?"
"Three, because you have three seats, plus you and me."
"But I told Casey I'd give her a ride."
"Whatever, she can ride the bus. I already promised the seats." Derek states like that reason justifies leaving me behind.
I'm sure that Sam is going to fight him when he finally says, "Okay I guess. Casey can you ride the bus home?"
I'm mad, really mad. Why isn't Sam, my boyfriend, defending me to his best friend? This is ridiculous. I'm about to tell him how I feel when I realize that it is still his birthday and he deserves to spend the day however he wants, and if that means driving Derek's bimboes home, that has to be okay with me. Besides, I still have to go grab my books and exchange them for my next class and get there before the bell rings. "Whatever." I respond and walk away.
