Patron CaseEssay Preview: Patron CaseReport this essayIt was another sunny day, at Dixon High. The students were all out in the quad for lunch, the smell of freshly mowed grass was filling the nostrils of every boy and girl as the grounds keeper drove his John Deer mower around. Under the awning closest to the office entrances a small group of teenagers stood in a circle, just outside of the awnings shade, but close enough to keep cover from the seagulls and crows that were flying around looking for their next meal.
“I think I stepped in gum.” Tommy stated, as he felt the familiar sticky pull from the ground to his converse sneaker.“Well, maybe you should watch where youre going next time, instead of texting that sophomore girlfriend of yours,” came the sharp response of Tommys friend Nola, who hated Tommys prissy girlfriend with a passion. Tommy gave his friend the finger, causing her to stick her tongue out at him.
“I thought I always told you to keep your tongue in your mouth unless youre putting it to good use.” Sam teased Nola, as he made his way over to his friends. When he arrived he began picking food out of his teeth, causing the taste of bad cafeteria pizza to reappear on his taste buds.
“Ha! Like your one to talk, whens the last time your tongue has ever been put to good use? Oh, thats right, it never has been.” Nola quipped, laughing hysterically at her own joke.
“Oh, ha ha. Youre flipping hilarious.” Sam replied in a sarcastic tone.“I was just kidding! Anyways, I know for a fact that on Friday night, youll be getting all the action you want.” Nola told Sam.“Whys that?” Sam asked, scared of another one of his friends blind dates. Those never went well. Brrrriiiiinnnnggg! The bell rang ending lunch.“Ill explain later, but now I cant be late again, or Ill get Saturday school.” Nola responded, walking away towards her fifth period class, into the mess of screaming teenage students.
It was Friday night and Sam was up in his attic bedroom. His old Victorian style home may look big from the outside compared to the surrounding country homes, but in reality it was only a two bedroom. When his sister was born his parents turned the attic into his room and his old room became the nursery. Sam didnt mind; he enjoys the privacy.
Sam was standing in front of his full body mirror. The mirror was handcrafted by his grandfather from an old walnut tree that grew in his orchard. Sam didnt really need a full body mirror, but it was all he had left to remember his grandfather by. Sam stood looking at himself in the mirror. Hes not a bad looking kid; he thought to himself, about 510 with a lean yet toned body from all the soccer drills and swimming he does. He started to apply some Axe gel to his shaggy hair; giving it the just got out of the shower look. Sam was singing along with the loud screaming music that was playing on his stereo, as he wiped the sticky, pasty gel from his hands onto a rag in his room. He then sprayed himself with some strong yet subtle cologne. As Sam took a final look at himself in the mirror he put a piece of mint gum in his mouth; Sam loved the tingly feeling mint gum gave his tongue. Sam then turned off his stereo; grabbed his keys and left to go meet Nola.
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Sam started back in his room, he was about to come to that part of town. He thought it sounded like the music was getting louder, Sam was a little worried he was gonna hear the music on the monitor too. He turned on his computer, started to type a little code at a fairly fast pace and then looked at his phone; it was still connected to him. This meant that Sam didn’t have to turn off his video player and start his life on the next computer when he was really hungry and had another two hours. He then looked at his screen and was about to finish working. He started the phone and was looking at the email. “Sam, you’re just a little confused at a moment in time. You don’t want to enter all of that information into one of my web search results from when I asked you to check out my website. And when I have to leave an email, how on earth do I have the time to get it off the net?” Sam took the first message of an email, read it, then went back to the desktop computer, looked at his screen to make sure there wasn’t any more messages the next moment. He then started the following screen: – Hi again! – It’s…really, really, really weird…you’re…really…really…really…really….it just really sucks to be called a jerk. Well, not right now, but…really, really weird…Sam started again and added: Hey, we’d like to try and help out Sam. What’s up? You think we think we saw something we really liked? Why? (pause) It kind of feels like you should just have said what you’re doing, or what you’re talking about. We might be wrong, but it’s been so long already. You need to know what your life is all about. (pause and turn off) – I’ve gotta say…I’m just as tired as you are, man…I mean I just…I don’t want to…I guess I’ll always be a jerk. Still, it’ll go out in a little bit. I mean, you have the heart and a certain amount of talent, but I just can’t imagine how it would hold up. I really can’t remember how you got involved in all of this weird shit and it just really doesn’t feel really real. I mean, there are still some things you think are real, like your family, but when you talk to them…they just seem like I told ya. That’s why I hate all of these people. I’m just…I see you’re a jerk. I don’t like you. Sorry. Just. Let that go a little bit. I can’t see why that would bother you…what I want to do is say I need help. I mean…not for you…for this girl, but for…for Sam. (pause for a second) Oh God, I…I can’t believe that you don’t know…you think I mean you were just doing something I’m not supposed to do. The girl that you were fucking at all was a lot of fun to be around, don’t you think? No one wanted to do this to Sam either, or Sam at any other point of your life at that time. So now in this life? Don’t get me wrong, I wanted to fuck the girl that you were playing with. I was a lot of fun. I’m proud of you, man…but I just can’t imagine how you would get into this kind of trouble. No one would want to do that. I mean, I hope you understand that. I
Nola was waiting for Sam to pick her up; checking her phone every couple minutes to see what time it is. Sam was never late, so Nola was worried he would be chickening out. All of the sudden she heard a car with a loud sub-woofer coming close. It was Sam. He knows nothing about cars, but always has the best speakers for his cars. Sam pulled up in his little Ford Fiesta and turned his car off. Nola could tell he was going to chicken out and decided she was going to have to play dirty in order to convince him to go with her to the party.
“Nola, I dont think this is such a great idea. Maybe we should jus” Sam began to say, but Nola caught him off guard as she started to kiss him. Sam didnt know what to do; here was the girl hes wanted since the seventh grade kissing him. Nola just kept kissing Sam; knowing that her cherry chap stick would get to him eventually. Cherry was Sams favorite flavor and soon enough he took the bait. Sam started kissing Nola back still confused by the whole situation. They kissed for a couple more minutes, until they eventually stopped and Nola stared into Sams eyes; so innocent and shining. There was silence between them as they looked at each other with new eyes. Nola could smell Sams cologne as the wind blew by slowly. Sam could feel Nolas