Lovesick

2

It was six...too early to go to bed, yet too late to do anything else.

Sighing, Eric sat in his study and decided to finally do some home-work...

The first few papers were fine, they always were...but then he would always find some papers that would pretty much go like, oh wait here's one-

The Tale of Birmingham.
By Ray Tesslor

- Fuck this shit. Who cares about damn Birmingham and its fucking tale?

-------》》I'm done

Yup...that's it.

Hope you love it!

(Ps. A perfect D will do)

Its papers like this that make him want to kick their asses and just say "goodbye job". But the follow-up "hello unemployment" is what holds him back.

He threw his pen down and thought for a moment. Slowly a grin grew on his face.

Maybe I should give them something special.

And so he wrote, with a pencil of course

Grade: I don't even give two shits for this.

PS No signature indicates that the report is void and doesn't exist...just like your current grades.

He could see it now, Ray and his fellow jocks would be behind him, like a bunch of dogs. Irritating, yet a pleasure for him. All just to request for another chance...

Which he'll reject of course.

"But aren't you a teacher? Shouldn't you, I don't know, teach us some moral values such as forgiveness and mercy?" One of them will surely use this line.

Sorry bud, it won't work on me. He chuckled.

I'm a wonderful professor, aren't I?

But then, I'm a kill joy too, aren't I?

Sighing, he looked at the clock. 8. Fucking 8pm...What do I do?

"Might as well eat something." He muttered to himself as he went to his kitchen.

Leftover pasta. Great.

He heated it up and ate it. By then it was nearing 9.

"Finally. I can go to bed."

Eric wasn't one who followed a strict schedule or have anything specific about his habits, but he knew that if he slept earlier than usual, then he'd wake up earlier and not get any sleep later. So yes, it's best for him to sleep late than early.

It was a side effect of his insomnia, or so he told himself.

Sighing, he sloped onto his bed and started up at the ceiling. Apparently, now that he decided to go to sleep, sleep seemed to purposely avoid him.

Story of my life. Nothing seemed to go his way. Atleast nothing that matters to him anyway.

Sighing, he continued to stare up, resorting to counting sheep.

1 sheep
2 sheep
Chuck said I need to get laid
Fuck sheep

Wait. ....what?

Eric sat up, completely and utterly baffled by what just happened.

"My brain is going nuts. Why would I even think that! "

Shaking his head, he returned to his former position.

No more counting sheep. How about just looking up, and thinking about life? Yeah, that's a better plan.

So, what's up with my life? Hmm. Nothing I don't already know.

But she did look cute. I should meet her tomorrow.

Wait, what?

Eric groaned. He again thought about what Chuck mentioned earlier, that he ought to go out with someone.

But why bring it up now? After so long?

Well maybe the Chuck effect seems to be working.

Eric groaned into his hands. Why was he thinking so much about what Chuck said? Chuck is...well, he's Chuck! What would he know?

Well sure, Eric hasn't been in a relationship since five years, but that doesn't mean he could just go to his neighbour to get laid.

Although, his mind added, he could just go to welcome her into the neighbourhood...as a good neighbour of course. Yeaahhh right.

Yeah, that's a splendid plan. Right?

Yawning, Eric decided is time he slept. Maybe tomorrow morning he'd give his new neighbour a visit and shove Chuck's stupid ideas and suggestions up his useless ass.

No need to think more on it. After all, what more is there to it?

Right?