Give Yesenia the Cake
Trebor takes a deep breath and walks up to Yesenia with probably too much confidence. “Happy birthday to you!” He starts singing and his bashfulness stops him.
Yesenia is surrounded by a couple of older boys, both of whom have their eyes firmly fixed on Trebor. Yesenia is taken back and lets out a nervous chuckle.
“Hi Yesenia,” says Trebor. “I know it’s your birthday so I got you… you know.” He shrugs his shoulders as he hands her the cake.
“Yo,” says one of the boys as he stands up. “How did you know it was her birthday?”
“Yeah,” says another. “You’ve been stalking Yesenia?”
“No,” says Trebor. But how is he going to explain this? Will the truth be helpful? He doesn’t see it hurting the situation any worse. “Actually, I didn’t know it was her birthday. It was just a coincidence that I had a cake.”
“Oh,” says the second boy. “It was just a coincidence that you were walking in the same park where Yesenia was celebrating her birthday with a cake in your hand?”
“I know it looks bad,” says Trebor.
The first boy cracks his knuckles. “Since it isn’t right to hit a girl, I say we give all her birthday punches to you. And if my math adds up, that’s 30 punches.”
“It’s her 16th birthday,” says Trebor, “so double that is actually 32.” He winces at his stupidity.
“Let’s add a couple more for good luck.”
Trebor panics and points over their shoulders. “But what about that guy with a cake?”
He hardly believes that they both turn around to look and without the cake in his hand, Trebors sprints home with ease. He dashes into his house and up the stairs.
His mother walks out of her bedroom and says, “Why are you all sweaty?”
“Me?”
“And stinky,” says his mother. “Yes, you.”
Trebor stutters and says, “I missed the bus and tried to catch it a few stops in a row. Eventually, I realized that I was almost home already and just decided to jog the rest of the way.”
“You jog now?” says his mother, seemingly unconvinced. “Likely story.”
Trebor walks toward his room and his mother calls out to him again.
“Oh, Trebor, after you change, can you jog,” she uses her finger to make air quotes for the word ‘jog,’ “to the store and pick up a cake for dessert?”
The End.
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