Corrupting The Bad Boy

Zach Wilson 3

"So she's giving you extra classes? That's sweet of her." Caleb says as we walk towards our bikes in the mostly parking lot. I prefer bikes over cars anyday.

I was exhausted, my muscles ached after hours of practice. It was around 6 p.m. and I wanted nothing more than to fall on my bed and sleep.

"Yeah, we'll start from tomorrow." I mumble, ruffling my already messy hair.

"Fuck can I have your luck man?" He groans.

"Shut it they are just extra classes, asshole." I state.

"Whatever but you still get to spend more time with her." He points out.

"Yeah spend time while doing matrices, totally romantic." I roll my eyes at his stupidity.

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"Wassup dad." Dad was, no surprise, in his home study, sitting on his office chair, behind the dark mahogany table, God knows on what deal he's working now.

"Nothing kiddo, how was school? No complaints today?" He smirks leaning back in his chair, crossing his arms.

"It was alright." I say nonchalantly, but those dark eyes still running in my mind called me a liar.

"That's good. Your Mom went to shopping, she said text her if you need anything from the market." He said.

"I am gonna go and find something to eat. You want anything?" I ask walking towards the door, holding my tongue back.

"No, I am good." He shakes his head getting back to work.

"Dad-" The words were at the tip of my tongue.

"What is it kiddo?" He asks his eyebrows knitting in confusion.

"I enjoyed the vacation." Fucking coward I wanted to punch myself in the face.

"Me too. Now back to studies young man. You can have as many vacations as you want after you complete your degree." He chuckles and I smile but it didn't reach my eyes.

Jesus this is so hard.

After eating a sandwich I walk upstairs to my room and shut the door behind me. I take a shower, plopping down on my bed I close my eyes and hope for a few hours of sleep.

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The next morning I wake up early and take a hot shower to drain the exhaustion.

I don't get it. I sleep to kill the tiredness and wake up more tired. I mean what the fuck did I even sleep for?

Putting on a fitting T-shirt and a jeans I run my fingers through my hair to style them messily.

I check my phone to see several texts. Most of them from girls and some group chats in my soccer group.

Picking up my bag I put my phone in my pocket and head downstairs.

"Zach your breakf-"

I cut her off, her sickly sweet voice made me want to puke, "Don't act like you give a fuck mom." I glare.

It's a good thing Dad leaves for work early in the morning.

"Don't talk to me like tha-"