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The last thing I was expecting from today was asking Sally Face for his number, and then calling him.
Let me explain, after he walked on my pity party in the bathroom a week ago we actually started talking, it was weird at first... I mean, I tormented the poor guy for all semester and he was still so nice to me.
Whatever... Father can't find out about him, and I hope God wont mind if I talk to Sal, even if he listens to "Heavy Metal" or wears dresses and all of the other stuff he does my Father wouldn't approve of.
Anyways, me and Sally Face have math class together and, before class started, I walked up to him and asked for his number... I think he was pretty shocked about that (and so was I) but he still gave it to me, his private number, on a little piece of paper, before saying that he's available at almost every hour, if I wanted some company, or "vent" about my dad and such... it was nice, hearing his voice and all that, not feeling the need to scream at him or punch him or call him a slur...
Luckily, when I came back home Father was at church, doing whatever a priest was supposed to do in the middle of the afternoon, it was about 5PM and i really had nothing better to do... so I grabbed the little piece of paper and dialed the number on my flip phone...
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"Hello?"
Fuck. I wasn't expecting him to pick up...
"Uh..." I stuttered, good job Travis, what a way to not look absolutely ridiculous. "Sally Face? This is... Travis... Travis Phelps..."
"Oh... Hi Travis, what's up?"
"I... sorry I don't even know why I called, I was really bored and I was thinking... Never mind."
"It's okay, I wasn't doing anything important anyway... What were you thinking about?"
"Just... I don't understand the calculus homework."
"And you thought about calling me? Wow, I'm honored." And then he laughed, he actually laughed and it made me feel so weird... in a good way.
"Sorry... You think you could maybe... Explain it to me? If you don't have anything better to do, of course"
"Nah man, I told you, I'm not doing anything anyways, I'm actually kinda glad you called me..."
"I... Really?" My face felt so hot... and if God was actually watching I don't think I'd have an excuse for that...
"Yeah sure, let me just get my notebook"
And so we spent hours on the phone, as Sally Face explained (various times) how to solve a geometry problem, giggling whenever I cursed under my breath, trying to solve one of those impossible questions. Sal was laughing in a way I never thought I was going to hear, not directed to me, at least; He was laughing like he laughs with his friends, like he laughs with Johnson, or Morrison, or Campbell... even though, maybe Campbell is more than a friend...
Not that I care anyways, why would I? I am definitely not into boys, no matter how many times Sally Face says it's alright, even if I do.
In the end, around 7PM, my Father came back home, and I quickly hung up, whispering a rushed "Goodbye, Sal.".
Travis Phelps.