how dare you
the title is dramatic but this is just a lighthearted drabble written in literally ten minutes for English class. it's not polished or anything. i had fun writing it tho
"How dare you?" Laughing, Martin grasped at Zachary's jacket, curling his fingers into the fabric in a vain attempt to pull himself up.
With a smug smile and a raised arm holding a stolen phone, Zachary pushed Martin down, refusing to let him have his phone back.
"I need to catch a phone call, man!" he continued, poorly balancing on his toes and jumping into the air.
"You need to wait," Zachary chided him, walking backwards with considerable more grace than Martin had. Still looking down at Martin, he placed the phone face-down on the top shelf of a rickety bookshelf, one heavy with unused textbooks.
"And what else do you have up there, huh, hidden from me? Your love letters? My campus ID that I lost last month?"
"My secret cookie recipe, actually." With the same expression as he had before, he mockingly patted the top of Martin's head and adjusted his beanie over his eyes.
"Wha- Not cool!" Pulling it back up and then off of his head, he focused for a moment on the interlocking wool that it was composed off, before then lightly slapping the beanie across Zachary's nose in much the same way he imagined one would slap someone else with an eel.
"Hey! My nose is off-limits!" Leaning back in false cowardice, Zachary grit his teeth in an unsuccessful attempt to keep back laughter.
Martin scoffed.
"So is my phone, but look where it is!" In a dramatic motion, he gestured to the top shelf, where his phone had begun to ring and vibrate. "That would probably be my professor, calling me back like she said she would. Like I told you she would."
Standing up straight once again, Zachary pretended to ignore him. Instead of acknowledging Martin's desperate pleads to get his phone back, he instead adjusted the sleeves of his jacket and tucked hair behind his ears. Humming an earworm pop song, he took out his own phone, and began to browse Twitter.
Martin's glares did nothing to change Zachary's behaviour. Up near the ceiling, his phone continued to ring.
Desperate, he placed his hands on Zachary's shoulders, and in one motion, pulled himself up and reached for the phone. Zachary yelped, Martin yelled, and the two of them came crashing down to the dorm room floor, the phone securely gripped in Martin's hand.
Not bothering to check if Zachary was okay, he answered the phone.
"Hello? Hi? I- No, I don't plan on flying soon. Ok, bye- bye."
"And that was..?"
There was a sigh.
"A scam call."
Zachary's smug grin returned to his face.
"That's what I thought. Now get off of me."