The morning of the race was hot and humid. My race of my dignity…mainly. I didn’t realize I’d be facing more obstacles. I scanned the park for the person I hate. I zipped my sweatshirt and then Noah stood before me.
Noah: Wow, you showed.
Me: Oh please. Not because I wanted to. You sorta have a hold on me.
Noah: Flirty.
Me: Hehehe, very funny. Yes, of course I meant that I liked you…not. I was refering to the blackmail you you…
I couldn’t think of a word horrid enough to describe him.
Noah: Oh that. It’s not my fault. If you hadn’t been drunk that night or purring in my ear, none of this would be going on.
Me: Don’t remind me.
Noah: But I need you to do something else for me.
Me: Ugh. What now? Feed you or something?
Noah: No, I was thinking more like public embrassment.
Me: You wouldn’t.
Noah: Oh but of course I would.
And with that said, he turned and ran from me. Heading to the large stage as people stared at him like he was just some random boy…who is about to ruin my life.