"Young love tends to be based on nothing but feelings. The couple has not yet faced and overcome a challenge or difficulty together. They are passionate about each other. They think about each other constantly and want to spend all their time"
Isaac...
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TW- ABUSE
Parent-Teacher Conference day.
Probably the scariest and worst day of my life. Well — it depends if I had good grades. And the fact that my dad had to show up meant I was slacking in one of my classes.
Geometry, to be exact.
It was getting harder to balance keeping up good grades, playing lacrosse, and working with my dad. Usually, teens my age would probably handle it fine, but I wasn't sure many of them had the pressure I did. I had to be good at everything. Some people just got it naturally.
I noticed it came naturally to Angie — she was always on top of her classes. I think the only reason I was keeping up with chemistry was because of her. I didn't copy all her work because, well, that would be unfair... but she helped me out a lot.
I kinda wished she was in all my classes, so I could actually do good in all of them. She made it seem so easy. She probably didn't even have to show up to the parent-teacher conferences. Probably sitting at home right now, stress-free.
I knew that feeling sometimes, but not often. Usually, my dad would show up, and it was the worst. I'd wait until the very day to tell him — so he wouldn't have enough time to be mad until after — but the whole day, I'd feel anxious.
My stomach twisting itself in knots, thoughts spinning around in my head, the anxiety building and building until it felt like it might drown me.
Then it stopped.
A warm, soft hand settled on my wrist, pulling me out of my thoughts. I looked up, and there was Angie.
Every time I saw Angie, it was like seeing an angel.
Like right now — she just saved me from an hour of overthinking about my dad.
"You okay?" she asked, settling down in her seat.
I just nodded and looked back down.
"You know if you answer without actual words, it usually means you're lying, right?"
"I'm fine." I wasn't fine. Not even close. I was good at pretending to be fine. Good at hiding it. Most people didn't care enough to notice.
Angie wasn't most people.
"And you're still lying." She sighed, like it wasn't even up for debate. "Fine."
I was good at acting like nothing was wrong, but my next move was to look at her like I didn't know what she was talking about.
"Oh," she smirked. "We're doing this now? I didn't realize we were lying to each other."
