MY PERFECT PLOT

X. Assignments

What am I? Twelve? And French?

"Okay! Let's improve. I am the ever famous, hot to sun's temperature, High Valley's very own David Beckham. And you Skylynn Kaiser have the honor to receive my call."

He was speaking like a little kid who tells his mom about his accomplishments which only include one, that is, he didn't pull any girl's hair or had any fights at school. You know being the perfect momma's boy.

I found myself smiling.

"See!! Tell me I got you there!"

I was still smiling.

"You didn't get me there boy! Not yet."

"I am not a boy! I am turning 18 in about a month now so how about you calling me a man? Or even better..wanna guess?"

"Umm..I don't know."

I still don't figure out the point behind this conversation. But it's fun.

"My man!"

And the balloon deflated.

"I would call you Elf. Elf elf elf. Even if you're 70. You sound too young to be a man."

"Oh am I? Because if that's so... oh wait! Did you say when I'm 70? Which means you wanna call me even when we are 70? So you wanna like grow old with me?" I could sense him smirking.

Of course he was, idiot. Watch your mouth skylynn.

Ignoring the conclusions he drew, I inquired him for why he had rung me.

"Oh yea. I had to ask how's your foot?"

He cared? Wait, he remembers?

I was surprised by his memory of how well he kept a track of girls he had not slept with.

"I don't keep a track of girls whom I've slept with. I keep track of whom I haven't. But in any case, I don't put you in either category Sky."

Facepalming myself mentally, my mental thoughts need to stay in my god damn mind. Don't. Speak. Them.

Right now I was  blushing so hard of the embarrassment. I know nothing about him but my brain wouldn't stop drawing conclusions.

I should be sued.

But his voice didn't sound angry or offended. He sounded playful. That made me feel more guilty.

The silence on the phone was broken when he asked again-

"So how's your foot?"

"Well you are not a nice analyser because it's sprained and tied with a bandaid and I'm restricted of movement. Specifically only between the washroom and my bed. I just hope it gets better, which I believe it should, so that I can come to school tomorrow."

"Oh!"

"Oh? That's all you've got."

What? Are you expecting him to buy you tonnes of chocolates anyways?