The Gatorade Incidient

Chapter Three

"Where are you going?" I asked.

"I'm going to drive you to the hospital. You know as a friendly gesture." I followed him out to his car and got in. I sat silently looking at the ground. My phone buzzed again. I quickly pulled it out, tipping over my backpack and spreading the contents on the floor. I quickly tried to shove the contents back in. Alex leaned down and grabbed my little plastic bag with weed in it. He held it up. Next, he shoved it in between his thighs.

"You know this isn't good for you." I looked at the ground, scared of what he was going to tell other people.

"Please don't tell anyone." I said grabbing the bag from him.

"Whoa, getting grabby aren't we?" He said. I stuffed the bag in my backpack.

"I don't like you at all, much less that way. We hate eachother remember?" I replied. He kept looking at the rode.

"Why do you hate me so much?" He asked. I laughed.

"I'm surprised you don't remember. In the sixth grade, you tripped me and poured your strawberry Gatorade on me." I said still looking down. He laughed.

"Ok first off, that's not what happened and you remembered the flavor of Gatorade?" He said laughing. I looked at him.

"In elementary school, I use to have this big crush on you. But then you became an ass to me." I said refocusing on the round of his car.

"Well that's not what happened. It was an accident. I had my foot out and when you came around the corner you tripped over it. Then me moving out of being startled and seeing if you were ok I accidentally spilled some of my Strawberry Gateorade on you. I was going to apologize but you ran away. Then when you were mean to me to I retaliated." He said quickly. I laughed.

"So I have been hating you for five years over me not watching where I was going? I'm so stupid. I was probably high." I said.

"You know that stuff isn't good for you, right?" I nodded.

"It's just my dad left and my mom was never really home, so I used it to get that time with no problems." I said picking at my nails. He just sat there staring out at the rode as it began to pour down rain.

"So I'll make you a deal. If I stop being an ass to you, you promise to stop smoking. Deal?" He said putting his hand out to me.

"Friends?" I said.

"Friends." He agreed. We shook hands. We pulled into the hospital parking lot. I ran through the storm into the hospital.