Missed My Stop

Chapter Three: Paddle Faster Dammit

"Becca."

"Becca."

"Becca."

"Be-"

"My name isn't bloody Becca!" I exclaimed, shooting him a glare.

Jay pouted. "But Rebecca is such a long name," he whined.

"It's three syllables!" I exclaimed.

"Compared to mine," he finished. "Can't I just call you Becca?"

I narrowed my eyes at him, then sighed. "Fine. Since it'll still be longer that yours..."

"Hey!"

I rolled my eyes. Boys and their stupid ego.

"So Becca..." Jay started.

"What," I said, still walking. I'm going to get use to my new nickname.

"What's your story?"

I snorted. "As if I'm going to actually tell you my life story."

"Why not?" He asked me.

"I'll bore you to sleep. Though, that doesn't sound like a bad idea." I thought about it. "Okay, once upon a time-"

He cut me off. "Becca really."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"I will throw away the remaining stock of edible food for you, leaving only the peanuts for me." He threatened.

I gasped. "You're bluffing."

"Wanna bet?"

"I'll use this." I threatened, pointing my frying pan at Jay's face.

"Okay, okay." He said, raising his hand up in defense. "I wouldn't really do it. I've almost starved to death many times, wouldn't do something like that."

I paused then continued walking. The less we know each other the better. If I don't pry into his life, then he wouldn't pry into mine.

Jay chuckled. "I thought you would ask about that. But I guess not."

"Yeah, well you would've want a story of your own if you told me one."

"C'mon," He said, nudging me. "Could you at least tell me how you got that frying pan? I did got whacked by it."

"Oh," I said, getting it. "That's why you lost so many brain cells."

Jay burst out laughing. I couldn't help but smile a bit, I like his laugh. But I shook the thought away and we went back to walking.

"But really. Frying pan," Jay said, trying to sound serious.

"My Disney crush of Flynn Rider in Tangled got the best of me, and now I carry around a frying pan in his honor." I closed my eyes and held the frying pan over my head.

Jay gave me the look. "In his honor? Really?"

"Yep," I said, popping the p.

"Really?"

"Yep."

"Real-"

I groaned. "What are you? A lie detector?"

"A little known fact, people can tell if someone's lying through signs of nervousness like: fidgeting, trembling, blinking and bluffing."

"What is with you and trivia facts?" I asked.

"I'll tell you if you tell me about the frying pan."

"But then I would have to tell you why I'm here." I whined. "That's an unfair deal."