World's Peace

Chapter Four: Gurl, please. Relax.

Chapter Four: Gurl, please. Relax.

"Okay, what happened?"

          I had Meghan sitting on my bed and efficiently trapped by Turtle, who was guarding the door. Meghan was squirming, making my bed wiggle and slightly squeak from the rouge screw on the right side of the bed.

          "Um, okay," she said nervously, "but it wasn't my fault."

          "I'm starting to get annoyed with that phrase, Meghan, just tell me what happened," I said with as cool a voice as possible. Meghan looked at me with wide eyes and looked down. This was my scary voice and obviously it was intimidating. I heard a whistle behind me and I gave Turtle a death glare.

          "You trying to burn a hole through my head?" he asked indifferently.

          "Yup," I bluntly replied.

          "Understood, but you need to relax and enjoy the hilarious story that your friend is going to spin for us," He said with a smirk. I sighed in annoyance and relaxed. I didn't take notice to the warily look in his eyes.

          "Before you get going, chica, how is it that you know more about handling my best friend than I do?" I asked, redirecting my attention midsentence. As he was about to answer I got a bad feeling and drawled out, "Rhetorical question."

          Meghan waited a few seconds before officially starting her short tale.

          "So, I was walking..."she began.

          "Yes..." I edged her on.

          "And Jake Straus, that guy who is always hanging around Bobby, tripped me."

          "So..." I kept pushing her.

          "And so I stabbed him thirty-seven times in the chest," she said smugly. I had my mouth hanging open and stared at her in disbelief. Turtle looked absolutely terrified and disgusted.

          "How could you do that?!?" yelled Turtle. Meanwhile, I had gotten over myself and just shook my head. I was trying to cover up the smile that was threatening to take over my expression.

          "I think you need to cool your jets and sit, Turtle. She was just kidding. Meghan, I can't believe you just pulled a 'Llamas with Hats' moment. Low blow man, low blow. I just need you to tell me what's going on," I started saying in a serious voice, but it ended up just being motherly. She had quoted one of my favorite YouTube video clips.

          "Fine, superarlo, I was just trying to bring a little humor. Okay, so Jake really was being a butt and tripped me. So, naturally, I yelled at him in a language he couldn't understand. I actually don't think anyone can understand me when I get angry... Maybe a merge my words and it comes out in a hot mess..."

          "Focus," I calmly reminded her.

          "Oh right, so I got really embarrassed because, well, I don't like it when no one knows what I'm saying and just stares at me. So, frazzled 'ole me flees the scene and smacks into Bobby Jones. You know how he always carries that fancy coffee that not even I can pronounce? Well, it got all over him and I just couldn't help from laughing!" she said, cracking up at the end.

          "Anyway, so this idiot, I think his name was Jake, started to... he... he called me a....and then he said... yeah... so... " she stumbled, sobering up quickly and refusing to actually repeat what he said. I can only guess that it was awful.