Upon entering the house, I made eye contact with Axel. Pointing to the stairs, I opened my mouth. "I'm just going to grab the movies and stuff."
"I'll help," Axel insisted and I didn't bother to tell him not to, knowing that he wouldn't listen. As we reached my room, he glanced at the poster, which was still on the floor. "Why didn't you just tell me you were doing arts and crafts with Sammy and that's why you didn't want me to pick you up until four?"
"It wasn't arts and crafts," I responded, hearing traces of annoyance in his voice. He was staring at the poster. "It's a project for Spanish class." He was now reading the packet that explained the project.
"I don't see anything saying it was a partner project," he retorted.
"We had the option to have a partner or not," I responded as I
