“Don’t you think we’re going too far?..” You tiredly said, and Jack scoffed looking back at you as you two walked in the long chest length grass.

Dragging your feet, as it was muddy. “Noo..just come on! don’t be- don’t be a loser! Just come on!” He yelled running through the grass.

“Okayy! Hold on!” You yelled out—but Jack was leaving you behind, he never really liked hanging out with you anyway.

He usually would hand out with the other kids his age at the closest town there was.

“Don’t call me that but—okay!..” You replied not really liking the fact he called you a loser

Jack turned his head one more time and stopped to wait up for you atleast, he didn’t look happy at all that he had to hang around you.