Beef for Subs

As it was mention before, it was a regular day at Orchard Park. The kids were mingling in the hallways talking, walking too slow and causing mass congestion making it almost impossible for people to pass through. I was squeezing my way through people and their conversations trying to get to my car as soon as possible to head out for lunch.
My stomach rumbled and I started to push people out of my way with all my force in desperation to get to subway before a line-up started. I got through the English hallway, and was almost out the doors to the parking lot when Erica stopped me.
"Where do you think you're going?" she said. I haven't spoken to her since she got sick and puked in my car not even willing to clean it up. It was probably the worse thing I have ever experienced because right after she puked Luly almost upchucked her lunch as well. All Erica did was laugh and walk out of my car when I parked it at O.P having me to clean it up with Luly’s help.
"I ... Uh... I was heading out to lunch..." I said in small voice. My eyes darted to the door and back at Erica.
“Subway I assume, without me?” She let out a short laugh, but her face was still as stone. Erica has always been an intimidating girl to me. Sure we were friends, but she always put me down to much, trying to show off at any possibly opportunity.
I stood there silently while she eyed me wearily,
“Well… Are you going to say anything?” She crossed her arms as she waited for an answer.
“You know what Erica…” My voice faltered but I continued to speak, “I am going to subway.”
Her eyes widened and she dropped her arms to her sides. My voice became stronger as I straightened out my shoulders, staring her straight in the eye,
“You’ve been obnoxious to me and my feelings this whole time and I don’t appreciate it at all. I’ve driven you’re around like a nice friend and instead you puke in my car and don’t even help to clean it up. It’s really rude of you to do that to a friend, and it hurt my feelings because you just don’t seem to care.” I breathed heavily, grabbing my keys from my jacket pocket. Her jaw hung open as she watched me walk past her.
“I’m sorry…” Erica squeaked. I turned my head slightly to see her face. Her head was down as she looked at her feet, “That was rude of me as a friend, and you don’t deserve that.”
I held the door open and watched her stand there unsure of what to do next. An apology from Erica is a rare thing to hear from her.
“Common,” I said. Holding the door open for her we walked out to my car talking over our problems. In the end it was the best lunch I’ve ever had, especially since no one puked in my car again.

The end.