Stay Gold

phone-y

"What the actual fuck!" I screamed.

"Hi!" he said in an overly enthusiastic voice.

"I will actually call the police!"

"What good would that do? You've broken laws, I'm rich and not a felon. Your word against mine."

"You son of a bitch!"

"Don't talk about my mom like that!"

"I will say whatever the fuck I want!"

I was beyond pissed. I was trembling with rage.

"I'm Milliard! And you're Birdie Curtis-Cade!" Rich Kid (now known as Milliard said)

"I don't care about your name!" I screamed.

I wanted to hang up, really I did. But it would be best to keep Milliard happy so no one gets arrested.

"I just wanted to ask you out!" Milliard yelled.

"Hell no! You chased me back to my apartment, called me a prostitute and now you want a date?" I screamed.

"Please?"

I thought about it. Then I came up with a plan. Maybe, if I could keep this kid happy, then I might be able to convince him to let us use the skatepark!

"One date. That's it," I said cooly into the phone.

"I'll pick you up 6 o'clock tomorrow," Milliard said.

I went to bed that night feeling sick with myself. I had actually followed up on my stupid plan. Maybe it might actually work?

Yeah, no way in hell.