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“Em, we’re not gonna get lynched for being a few minutes late,” Noah said, easily keeping up with her, “Besides, we did that extra training yesterday so we’re not behind.”
“Lynched, maybe not. But if we’re too late we could get behind. Could you go any faster?”
“I’m not rambling and I already got to the point Em,” James said. “It was like you weren’t even listening to me.”
“I wasn’t listening to the rambling.” She spoke. “Can you repeat the important parts?”
“Well there’s no need to be a bitch. And honestly, there is none. I was trying to distract you so you wouldn’t notice my friend sneaking away with the last snickers. They were convinced you were out to get it and sent me to help - I’m very good at rambling, you know. Kind of like how you’re very good at being rude.”
“I’m not trying to be a-” Emma started to say before stopping to listen to the rest of the sentence. “Did you really stop me so your friend could have the last of something I don’t really like? What part of me gave that impression?”
“And here I thought we were having a nice friendly chat, Em,” Noah teased, “And that you liked my stories.”
“When we’re not late for practice I’ll give your stories my full attention. If you walk faster and talk, I may listen as well as tolerate it.” She said as she kept walking, not turning back to look at him as she did so. “Come on, you can walk so much faster than that!”
moodboards + emma reed and james allen
“I don’t mean to be rude, but I really don’t have time for rambling. Do you have a point that you can quickly get to?”
