"Do you think you can pick me up from school at five?" I asked my brother as he drove us to school.
"Because you got detention?" he responded.
"How'd you know?" I questioned. I was going to say that I was staying after to make up work or something.
"Because Axel told us in the group chat," he retorted and I wanted to scoff. Great friend, am I right? "Speaking of which, he'll be giving you a ride home because I'm not driving home only to sit for a half hour before leaving again."
"Dylan," I spoke in a tone of desperation. "You have to. Come on, please."
"Why should I? You need to talk to him so he can leave me alone," my brother responded. "Since you yelled at him yesterday, he's been telling me to tell you to text him back and to answer the phone. It's annoying and I'm going to throw
