Fvck The Haters

‘Bruh’ Jake texted

I replied with an eyeroll emoji.
‘TWD marathon’

‘noooooo’ I whined

‘BRUHHHHHH!’

I rubbed my forehead. ‘f u’

‘mom said I could borrow the car’

‘srsly?’

‘ferrealz’

I’d been sitting alone at the kitchen table, half expecting mom to return and half daydreaming about prom when Jake texted.
Mom messaged me before I reached the end of the block. “Hi J, what’s up?”

He rolled his eyes. “nothing wbu”

“Wondering where my son ran off to with a bag of ice on his forehead.” She replied.

I stuffed the bag of ice in my pocket and smirked. 'Watching TWD @ Jake’s'

'Please come home. I’m worried about your head.'

I stopped walking and sighed. ‘I’m probably staying the night'

Mom didn’t text back. I always stayed over at Jake’s and she didn’t have to know we’d be riding around until whenever we got sick of it.

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