SAM IS MINE, MINE, AND MINE!

Chapter 1: Talking Like B

"Hello?" A smooth, malicious voice greeted. The owner of the voice pressed the black RAZR phone to her ear and listened into the speaker. To her disappoint, it was not he. It was just her annoying, air headed prep of a friend, Daphne Brown. Ugh, she thought, what the hell does she want?

Daphne replied, "Hey, girlfriend! I just wanted to, like, ask if you were going to that auction for the charity ball?"

What the hell? Why would Amanda, the Amanda Anders of Titan High, want to go to some help-save-the-poor event? It was bad enough Daphne was calling her so early in the morning, but this? This was just sad, no, less than sad—it was pathetic.

"Oh…" Amanda fell into her roller chair, turning around to face her IMAC. The laptop booted up and displayed her screen saver and personal settings. She began typing words on her AIM account and started a conversation with her big-time, hottie crush, Sam.

2tight4uboo: Hey, Man.

Amanda winced. She hated that nickname, even if he invented it for her. It implied she was masculine to people who did know it was short for her real name.

2tight4uboo: R u going 2 that Charity ball?

She nearly shrieked with excitement, her squeal being sent to the other line to Daphne, whom was uninformed of the conversation being exchanged between the two.

"What?" Daphne blinked, on the other line.

Amanda realized the airhead was still connected on her RAZR and feigned an apology, "Sorry—my, uh, mom was telling me something."

Whether or not Daphne really believed her, or just choose to pretended to please her, she continued, "Well, you need to bring a date."

Amanda dropped the cell phone, letting it fall on her blue heart-shaped pillow. An idea hit her and then she quickly grabbed the miniature phone back up again and smoothened out her dark hair, as if she could see actually see here. "Hello?"

"I'm going with X. He asked me out!" Bragged Daphne, not knowing Amanda had not been paying attention.

"Really," she sounded uninterested with this information, and tapped her fingernails absentmindedly against her desktop. "Wait, you mean that bad ass kid?"

"Yes," answered Daphne in a mumble, not sure if she would approve of her choice in dating. Amanda responded,

"He looks like Sam, kind of," decided Amanda, thinking, "Out of ten, I would rate him a nine and a half."

Daphne was puzzled and looked like it, too. "Why nine and a half? What about the last half?"

Amanda cursed in her head mentally, being reminded that in Fifth Grade, she would ask Daphne to complete her math assignments. Then when the homework was graded she would get good, decent grades like B+ and A-.

"Because the other half belongs to you!" Laughed Amanda, before hanging-up on the girl. Oh, well—there's plenty more where that, or should say she, came from.

2tight4uboo: Umm, r u still here?

2tight4uboo: Hello?

She glanced at the screen and thought, 'Oh, shit!' She forgot about Sam over a person she could not care less about. She quickly typed something random, letting him know she was still online.

Mizpopular16: g 34.

2tight4uboo: Huh?

BikiniBabe16: Srry. Was talking 2 a friend.

2tight4uboo: Oh.

2tight4uboo: Well r u

BikiniBabe16: Yeah…accept 1 thng.

2tight4uboo: Except you mean. Accept sounds the same but it has a separate meaning.

Amanda growled. She hated it when people corrected her grammar and spelling! It was so annoying and it made her feel stupid. She knew she should be the one making other people feel stupid.

BikiniBabe16: Oopsies?

Bikinibabe16: Don't have a date.

As soon as she pressed enter, she immediately regretted it. She must have looked like such a loser! She could just imagine him sitting in his chair after receiving that message, thinking,

"No wonder she doesn't have one. I wouldn't be hers if I was fucking paid too."

2tight4uboo: Y?

He was actually asking why? Maybe that was a possibility, though, that he could not believe she was dateless. That it was surprisingly to him that someone as drop dead gorgeous and smoking hot was dateless. There must have a been problem or reason, he might figure.

She could just tell the truth. Tell him that no had asked her, or that she was not informed about the social event. But that would look bad, too; if he knew no one asked her, the alternative would be that it was because she was ugly or stupid. Either way, she lost. And not being told about such a huge social event would imply she was a loser. So she lied.

BikiniBabe16: Oh, well, u know…I was flying in a private jet Daddy bought me to Hawaii and then when I came back one of my many maids was like, 'r u going to the auction ball?' an hour ago so of course no got 2 ask me. Except 4 3 guys that r not cute enough 4 me.

2tight4uboo: Huh…well, I got a lot of offers but I rejected them all. The girl I like hasn't asked me. Yet.

Amanda felt her lips curl. Naturally, she would question who the special girl was. For reasons like knowing who to spread rumors about and add to hit list. But then, if she played it nice, by minding her own business and doing the right thing, he might think she was a nice, good girl that he would want to date. But she could not resist—oh, who could?

BikiniBabe16: Nice touch, 'yet'. Maybe I'll go w/ X or Roy?

She knew perfectly well that Sam and X hated each other, so going out with him would make him not only extremely jealous if he liked her but hurt. And Roy was a good friend of his, so it was bound to happen that there friendship would be demolished if she did. Wait, wasn't that Daphne girl going with X? Oh, well…she was hotter than that wannabee and if she asked him, chances were he would break up with Daphne.

2tight4uboo: X is going w/ some girl…and Roy isn't going.

Crap. He had nailed her! Well, she thought, I'll just imply I can go with him. That way I might not have to face rejection.

BikiniBabe16: Shit…look's like I'm dateless. Isn't there anyone else besides u?

She hoped emphasizing the "u" to make it seem like she would rather die than go to the dance with him. Her face grinned, picturing his crestfallen and jealous face when he finished reading that reply.

2tight4uboo: yeah, I was thinking the same thing, but only the desperate girls like Kitten are left…

Amanda clenched her fists. Kitten Mottling, that being her real name no matter how distasteful it was, was infamous for being a spoiled brat. She knew from personal experience.

BikiniBabe16: That sucks…isn't she going out w/ that rock hot guy Fang or whatever?

By slanting hot, he might get the impression she was not attracted to him. And then she would be desperate, but untouchable. That was one of the most desirable things a girl could possess. At least that's what Glamour Girl said in an article once and someone said he liked that in English once, too.

2tight4uboo: Yeah, but knowing her, she'd cheat on her own mother if she…but anyway, there's no one else, right?

BikiniBabe16: No…not that I know of.

2tight4uboo: I'll see u there. Oh, and wear something black and or white—we'll match that way. I'll pick u up at 11:45.

2tight4uboo has signed off.

He asked her out! Not her asking him out and him saying yes out of pity but him—well, it was more a last result…but still. No one had to know that. Besides, them together would look absolutely stunning. The most precious, perfect, and heaven-sent couple on the floor.

Glancing at the Tiffany Clock hung on her wall; she concentrated while having the pen in her mouth, tapping it against her chin.

"Hmm…" She sprang from her chair, heading towards her gigantic wardrobe. There were skirts, tops, jeans, and dresses in different colors, sizes, and brands. More than half of them had tags reading Abercrombie, Calvin Klein, and let's not forget Gucci…

She did not sign off yet, because she wanted to print out the online conversation and savor the moment he established their date. But looking at the last comment, he had told her to wear black or white.

That black halter-top with spaghetti straps purchased from Nordstrom would be cute, especially with the creamy-white gloves. Her pants were dark denim Capri's and were form-fitting, showing off her curves inserted in all the right places. And those pairs of black Mary Jane's from Shoe Pavilion would compete her ideal outfit.

Ah, simply perfect.

Now for hair…what to do, what to do…hmm, that was a tough one, but she supposed that just having her hair down would be weak. Just then, on her plasma television, was featuring Stars and Models.

Ciara had her hair was highlighted orange-red in her natural brunette locks.

"Well, other than it being cute, it would take much too long to straight-perm my hair," Thought Amanda, contemplating on her hairstyle. "Oh, well. I'll still look fabulous with whatever hairstyle I wear!" Then she decided on putting it in a messy bun.

Most Drop Dead Gorgeous and Smoking Hot Girl, coming through!