"Damian! Damian! Damian!" I kept repeating his name as I ran towards him with his cellphone. The call might get disconnected, and his mom might get mad. I knew he said I should answer the call, but how was I supposed to talk to his mom?
"Yes, what?" He quickly asked on the other end of the line as I pressed accept and placed the phone to his ear. I breathed a sigh of relief, glad that I reached him in time to answer the call before it got cut off.
"And where are you right now?" His mom's voice sounded irritated, as if she was already annoyed with the conversation.
I tapped his shoulder, signaling for him to hold his phone because my arm was getting tired, and also so they could talk properly. I felt a bit awkward listening in on someone else's conversation, even if it was just over the
