Inconvenience

Red Light

The drive back to the apartment — I share with Verone, Ben, and Geraline — was filled with Verone's endless whistling. I was about to tell her to shut up, when she did. I was thankful for the silence but of course it didn't last.

"So," Verone started. "Who's the cutie you were talking to back at the school?"

"What cutie?" If she was talking about the guy that bumped into me he was everything but.

"Y'know, the one that was on the floor. My, Samuel, you didn't even help the poor guy up." Verone looked around to see if there was anybody around before speeding a stop light.

"Why would I?"

"...Is that even a question? You're a decent human being aren't you?"

"And?"

"When people fall down, you're supposed to help them up, Sam."

I scoffed, "Bold words coming from someone who just ignored a stop light."

"I- hey!" Verone stammered. She looked at the general direction  Ben would be, if he were in the car. Which he was not. I smiled; no one to defend her.

Realizing her only company was me, she pouted before saying, "Well, I'm not a teacher like you are. You're supposed to be a good example."

Good example? Nah. If anything, I'm an example of what students shouldn't be. (This way of thinking is probably why Geraline calls me an edgelord. Oh well. Woe is me.)

Verone stopped at the next stop light; pointedly staring at me while waiting for the light to turn green. I grinned, knowing I was getting on her nerves.

"Besides, running a stop light is very different from not helping someone up."

"Sure. Whatever you say." I moved my hand around in a mocking salute.

Verone looked like she was gonna say something stupid again, but was interrupted by the honk of the car behind us. I looked at the stop light. It had been green for seven seconds now.

"Alright, alright! I'm moving! Stop honking, asshole!" yelled Verone.

It's funny how she's mad at the car behind us. If we were in that car's place, she would do way more than one angry honk. That includes a lot of honking, yelling, and throwing.

Yes. Throwing. She once threw her slipper at another car, then forced me to get it back. Makes me wonder why I'm friends with her.

"Stupid old guy-" I glanced over to see Verone muttering angrily, "...don't even know..." It's really funny.

I looked at the dashcam to make sure it was still recording (It isn't the best. The damn thing turns off at random times. Probably because Verone got it for 23 dollars or something).

It is still recording. I smiled in glee. I'd have to get a copy of that recording later.