I glare at him, trying to convey my full anger in my eyes. His own blue-green eyes smirk back, uncompromising.

“Take it back,” I demand.

He scoffs and messes with his phone.

“If you don’t take it back, I… I won’t be your friend anymore!” I know my threat is futile: I have no ammunition against this boy.

“Oh, so that’s all I had to do? You should have told me sooner!” A wink.

“Fine.” I move to a different table, pouting.

He disappears, and comes back with two sodas, his way of saying sorry. He knows I'll forgive him.