Quicksilver - Jamilton -

Chapter 20: Last day of September

"I'm sorry Aaron, I'm not exactly sure of what I did but- No, no, that's not right."

My reflection mocks me while I pathetically try to find the best way to talk to Aaron. The lights of the sun descends as the night slowly takes over my room. Tomorrow, at school, I have a plan to speak with Aaron. It seems to be harder than I thought. I'm not that used of saying sorry, to be honest. Plus, I never really had to force it, it just sorts of resolve itself without having me intervened. But, then again, I barely had any conflict in my life. I mean my only friend for a long time was James and he and I rarely fight. This year is an exception, though. This year is the exception to everything. I sigh for the ten thousand times this week. What am I even doing? It's only in movies and TV shows people do this thing of speaking to a mirror. My homework, which I've been ignoring since I arrived, plea at me from my bag. I have math, science, and French work that I need to complete before the end of the week for one and others before the end of tomorrow. When will teachers learn to not give us homework all at the same time?! I take them out and start working.

"Thomas!" I hear from downstairs. Dad doesn't have the friendliest tone ever, but I decided to put my worries aside for the moment and go to the kitchen.

"Yes?"

"Where in hell did you get this money? We stopped giving you allowance some time ago." He holds my wallet in the air. I freeze. He's not aggressive but clearly is on attack mode, which means nothing good for me.

"Hmm, it's some money I saved. What's the big deal?" I try to be as soft as possible, to not feed is anger. I don't want my parent to know I work. I know that if they find out they're going to be really mad.

"You? Save money? The moment that'll happen is when pigs are going to fly. Where did you really find that money, Thomas? Did you steal it?"

"No! Of course not, I would never."

"How am I supposed to believe you? These days you barely talk to me and your mother!"

"I mean, you and mother barely talk to each other so... " I mutter under my breath.

"What did you say?"

"Nothing! Talking about mom, where is she?" I make myself a coffee, knowing I'll need one with all those homeworks.

"She's sleeping upstairs, and don't change the subject, you need to stop this rebellion of yours. You are not starting this now."

"Rebellion? I have super grade, have no detention, and I'm still polite, I'm not rebelling."

"Well, the last one is debatable. You're not being very polite right now, are you?"

"I think I am."

"You're talking back!"

"We're having a discussion, of course, I'm answering what you say."

He sighs. I'm not sure what I'm doing, this wasn't what I wanted to do at first.

"Thomas."

I put sugar in my coffee.

"Hm?"

"What's happening with James?" He advances.

I stop for a second.

"Why do you want to know that?"

"Well, it's the main reason we're worried about you. You never ignore James like that."

"It's none of your business."

"I just want to know if everything alright." He put his hand on mine, something he did a lot when I was young.