"You're just joking about the running right..?" Noah asked as we got back to our seats. He sat down next to Zeke, then me, then Dave. Rhys was on the other side of Zeke. "We still have to turn in all the release forms for softball after all."
"No." Zeke answered flatly, glancing down. "I told you ten minutes."
"That's not my fault though!" He objected. "Why didn't you just call me?"
"I'll return that question to you; why didn't you call or send a text?" Zeke frowned. "You're about to turn 15, why can't you show some more maturity and responsibility?" He glanced at me, making me shrink in my seat. "Don't think you're off the hook either. You forgot your phone. You should at least have reminded Noah to send me a message. What if something happened to you two?"
"Sorry." I mumbled.
Noah glared at Zeke. "Are you happy now? Making Jake feel bad?"
Zeke didn't waver. "That's not my intention. I just want you guys to learn from this."
