Home Run || j.m.b [ON HOLD]

07 | happy eating

     joey
     ur welcome honey
     i knew ud thank me for
     something at some point
     read

I leave the school with a frown.

The 'show and tell' didn't go well. I walked up and said nothing. Our teacher asked why, and I stupidly answered that I had nothing to literally 'show' and 'tell'. Like any other teachers, she pushed me into talking about what my phone was doing.

"My phone didn't do anything," I answered, "it's just sitting there, it's not a living thing, Miss Brook. You should know, you're a biology teacher."

A few people broke out laughing while others choked.

"Besides, I didn't do anything," I continued nonchalantly, "it's the other person's fault, don't blame it on me."

That resulted for Miss Brook to get very pissed off at the class and stomped off somewhere. The class cheered, and I was still pretty bummed that I was the only one who did 'show and tell'.

Joey told me to meet me at the airport. I told him I was too lazy to go there - too far. But he said he'll give me and Lizzie money to go eat at Maccas after and guess what? I agreed.

But ever since Joey hung up his last call, he's been texting me a dozen times every five minutes just to ask me if I've gone yet and where I'm at now. That attention seeking weirdo.

It takes time to just walk ten steps, you know?

When Lizzie and I finally got into an Uber fifteen minutes later, Joey had spammed me with over one hundred messages, each one saying 'where are you' but with more 'u's than the previous.

"Can you please shut up?" I ask when Joey gives me the - possibly - hundredth call this past five minutes, "I'm trying to give the driver directions!"

"Why would you need to give the driver directions to the airport?" Joey scoffs on the other side of the line, "people should know, it's a basic thing to know."

"Not everyone knows," I say.

"But Uber drivers should," he argues.

"Do you want me to turn back the Uber, Joey?" I threaten, "because I can."

There's silence, before whispering could be heard.

"Just shut up, Joey, or she'll go back," I hear one voice say in the background.

"This is how annoying you can be sometimes," another says, groaning.

"Okay, okay," Joey finally speaks, "I'm giving you five minutes."

"Oi! We're not even out the freeway yet!"

"Just ... hurry!"

"Your flight's not for another three hours, Joey," I calmly say, "let me go in peace, geez. A win win situation for when you made me go first in that stupid 'show and tell'."

"But I'm already getting you McDonalds! It'll be a win lose if you go slow!"

"Why are you so eager to get me to the airport anyway?" I ask, "are you smuggling me out or something? You do know I can call the police, right?"

"Just hurry the hell up!"

"You know I can't get the driver to go over the speed limit, right?" I say when we finally enter the freeway.

"Just -"

"- you know what? I'll see you later."

And the line cuts off.

"So, are we still getting Maccas?" Lizzie asks from next to me.

"He's annoyed, I'm annoyed, who knows?" I say, "maybe Tayler'll give it to us?"