“So, this morning when you woke up and read my text that said ‘hey can you pick me up today’ you thought I meant literally pick me up?” I ask.

“Well yeah,” Jackson finally sets me down on the ground.

“You didn’t think I meant pick me up in your car because I’m out of gas?” I straighten out my hair. “You can at east drive me to school now, right?”

“I’m out of gas,” he shrugs. “Get somebody to pick you up.”

I almost killed him right there in that moment, instead I just stormed off.