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He's talking to me as if I'm an incomprehensible child! Do I look like an i***t? I already had these talks from my weird mother, thank you very much, and I don't need them from you, of all people. Soccer players are so annoying sometimes. This is why I'm 63% awkward. They're the reason normal is becoming extinct.
"What was that?" He asked me.
I have got to pay more attention to what I do and don't say out loud. Me and my big mouth are gonna be sending me to jail one day. Jail or the circus: they're both equally terrifying.
"Uh, nothing. I didn't mean to say it out loud." Before he can respond to me I give him a taste of his own medicine by talking again to butcher off whatever he planned to say. How does it feel, sucka? "So are you ready to go now or not?" Without waiting for a response, I just start to walk outside towards the car while speaking up. "Great! Okay, let's go."
I know he's baffled at this whole shebang and when I glance behind me he's two or so paces back. By the time we reach my mom's car, we've somehow fallen into step. Either I was slow or he was fast. Curse those athletic legs. What even is exercising?
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