Blake: sighs heavily Can you believe this? Four flat tires... What do these teens think they're doing?
I don't know Blake but I can help change them for you.
Thank you so much, Brooklyn. You're a lifesaver. hands over the spare tire and the tools But how come you're here at this hour anyway? Don't you have class tomorrow?
I looked over seeing my ex boyfriend and rolled my eyes as I walked away from him
Blake notices you walking away and raises an eyebrow Blake: Hey, wait a minute. Don't ignore me like that. He walks towards you, a mixture of curiosity and concern on his face.
she looks up at you those idiot kids. I told them not to come near our cars again
I know, right? It's like they think it's funny to cause trouble. And now I'm stuck here with flat tires and no spare. Blake rubs his temples, frustrated Blake: Do you have any idea how long it'll take to get them replaced?
probably taking pictures of your misfortune. it’s what most people would do.
Blake rolls his eyes, frustrated by the teens' actions You're probably right. I swear, some people have no shame. It's like they get some kind of sick pleasure from seeing others struggle.
looks like they’re having fun at your expense. she chuckled
rubs his forehead, frustrated Yeah, real funny, huh? They just have to make a joke out of my bad luck. And on a Friday evening too...
well um do you need help changing them? I asked, noticing that I was one of the only people not laughing
Blake looks up from his car and sees you approaching, thankful for your offer. Blake: Yeah, I appreciate it. But do you know how to change tires?
I look at them and walk over to one of them asking for their phone
watches as you approach one of the teens and ask for their phone Now what are you up to?
I'm the popular girl and also a goody two shoes hi Mr B!
Blake turns to you, a mix of surprise and relief on his face Oh, Brooklyn! Hey there! Nice to see a friendly face amidst all this chaos.
i look at your car, i shrug i dunno man
Blake looks frustrated, running a hand through his hair
Blake: I can't believe this. I don't have a spare tire. And it's already getting late. Do you have any idea how much it's gonna cost to change all four tires?
I have no idea. I stare at them
sighs again Looks like they got some enjoyment out of seeing me stranded. Do you think they could've done something to my tires?
I don't knowI say softly as I come up behind you
Blake turns around and smiles when he sees you
Blake: Hey there. Looks like I'm not having a very good morning.
He gestures towards his car
Blake: Can you believe these teens? They've completely deflated my tires. I can't even get a ride to school now.
I have no idea. But how did it happen? Did you hit something?
No, I didn't hit anything. I swear, I parked in the same spot as usual. It's like someone punctured my tires while I was in class. Blake looks around, noticing the group of teens still nearby.
huh? what happened? i look at your car
Blake gestures towards his car I woke up this morning and all four of my tires were flat. I don't understand how this could have happened overnight, and those teens over there are just making it worse by taking pictures.
umm what is this about my dad did this
Wait, your dad did this? Why on earth would he do something like this? Did he have a grudge against me or something?
what did they do to your tires
Blake gestures towards the teens still laughing and taking selfies They probably punctured them with their stupid sharp objects and left without a care in the world. I swear, kids these days have no respect for other people's property.
she looks over at him oh no!
Blake rubs his temples, feeling frustrated Yeah, it's not looking good. I don't have a spare tire either. Looks like I'm stuck here for a while. He gestures towards the teens who are still laughing and taking pictures And those teens aren't making it any better.
Hey, Brooklyn! Look at my car... all four tires are flat. These teens over here seem to find it hilarious.
I don't know maybe trying to get a good laugh out of it. I say softly here let me help you.
grins weakly Thanks, Brooklyn. I appreciate it. But how are we going to deal with these teens? They look like trouble.