.Chapter 4.

After the last few classes of the day, we all left the humongous building of torture. Where you were forced to learn ridiculous things, and eat prison food.

“I’ll see you guys later.” I said, as I walked up the driveway to mine and Amanda’s big, brick house.

“Are you okay, Cay?” She asked softly, while she unlocked the front door.

“Yea,” I said, nodding my head.

“Sure? I mean, ‘cause I sort of… Saw something…” She muttered.

“Oh… You mean, with S-Sam?” I stuttered.

She nodded once, “Uh-huh.”

We walked inside and threw our bags down.

“Umm… Peyton made me kind of upset, and he was the first friend I saw, so… Uh, I guess, that’s just… It…” I trailed off.

“Oh. Okay.” Amanda said, realizing that I didn’t really want to talk about this particular subject anymore.

“Want some ice scream?” She asked.

“Cookie-dough.” I smiled.

She headed off into the kitchen, and my phone started singing Music is My Boyfriend by Skye Sweetnam.

“Heya, who’s this? Sorry, I didn’t look at caller ID.”

“Peyton.”

“Leave me alone, you loser.” I scoffed.

“Now Ivory, don’t be like that…” He murmured softly.

“I said, leave me alone. Now stop calling me, changing my number takes forever.” I huffed, and hung up.

“Who was that?”

“No one,” I said, and turned my head to roll my eyes.

It’s kind of obvious, isn’t it? Or not. Whatever, I don’t even understand.

Mand handed me my dish of ice cream, and flicked on the TV. We started watching Mad TV, and cracked up laughing when her home phone rang.

She picked it up, “Hey, Daniels residence, Amanda-Lynne speaking.”

“Oh, hey Sam” she said, smiling delicately.

I stuck my tongue out at her.

“Yea, Chaotica’s right here!” She handed me the phone.

“Hey Sam,” I said, walking into my bedroom.

“What’s up, are you feeling alright, now?” He asked.

“Yea, everything’s cool. Why?”

“I don’t know… Just checking up on you, I guess. What are you doing?”

“Watching Mad TV with Mand, why, what are you doing?”

He laughed, and at first I didn’t understand why. “Watching Mad TV with Matthew.”

Matt was his younger brother, by four years.

I released a small giggle. “That’s odd. Wanna come over?”

“Sure, we can watch Mad TV together… Can Matt come, I’m supposed to watch him.”

I heard Matt call out in the background, “HE’S NOT BABY-SITTING ME! I’M TOO OLD FOR THAT! Wait… We’re going over to Chaotica’s house? Oh… Baby-sitter, TAKE ME WITH YOU!”

I laughed out loud. “Matt is weird.”

“Yea, and also in love with you. Looks like Cameron has competition.”

“You too,” Mandy’s voice sounded, probably from the phone in her room.

“Shut up Amanda.” Sam hissed.

I smiled, and then a confused look spread across my face. “Hah.. Wait, WHAT!”

“Bye, see you in a few.”

And the line went dead.