Plan 8

"Thank you so much."
"You are welcome," Derek replied.
"You don't want any money?"
"What is your name? You never told me your name."
"You can call me Sarah. I've adopted an American name, just like you."
"Sarah. I won't do it again."
"I understand that. I would like to be friends with you though. Is that possible?"
"I'm really a loner."
"Even a loner needs a friend, doesn't he?"
"No."
"Can't you try just this one time?"

Derek did not know how to respond.

"I need to study," he responded finally.
"Some of the study time is absolutely useless," Sarah responded.

"So Derek, what does your father do?"
"International Trade."
"Really. Which corporation?"
"I can't remember."

"So Derek, what do you like to do besides studying?"
"I like to kick the soccer ball around."
"You want to play together sometime?"
"Sure. Why not?"

"So Derek, when are you going to tell me that you are a homosexual?"
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
"Aren't you?"
"Sarah, you are fucked!"
"It's true, isn't it? It's nothing to be shamed of."
"Have people been talking about me?" Derek looked scared.
"Yes they have... especially Asians. Some of them say that you are sadistic."
"Oh fuck it. Who cares what people say? It's just a fuck. They just asked for it by worshipping me just because I get good grades. I don't care about them."

"And your father... he's not in international trade?"
"You've really found me out Sarah. This is not the best way to start a friendship. Why should be I be friends with you now? What are you going to do, blackmail me?"
"No. I just wanted to start out with some honesty."
"Honesty?"

Derek walked away from Sarah.