Picasso and The Delinquent (Phan)

They'll Never Understand...

Phil's POV

At dinner......

We all sit quietly at the table. I pick at my chicken and zone out. I can see my mother looking around nervously, and my father too busy in his plate to notice.

Don't fret, this was an everyday, family dinner and the Lester household. Observe, My overly protective mother, anxious about every bump in the night. And my father, a dead beat who couldn't give a damn about who I was as a person, but rather my grades and other bullshit.

The silence is about as golden as the gate bridge, until my mother speaks up.

"So Phil....how was school dear? She asks.

"Fine." I say shortly

She nods and digs into her spinach. My father eyes me, burning holes into my face.

"You know, I checked out the school course catalog for this year....there's a lot of potential clubs and classes you can take for extra credits." She says.
"Your point?" I ask.

She wipes her hands shrugging. "I was just hoping that you would take consideration in the classes, they seem like a great outlet."

"Sorry mom, but I'm not interested in any of that, so I'm not doing it." I look down at my phone. I didn't wanna get involved in anything. There was no point in making the best of the worst.

"Like hell you will, Phil you're not gonna sit around here and do nothing dammit." My dad says

"To be honest..... I'm at school, I'm there everyday....I haven't skipped....I sort of care...is that not enough for you?" I say carelessly.

"Phil you failed two classes last year, got in 3 fights and had so many absences, a social worker had to come to the house and inspect everything. You put me and your mother through more hell than you'll ever realize."

Here he goes... All fucking over again.

"Your careless ignorant behavior is gonna land you somewhere in purgatory. Just keep going down this road of rebellion see where it gets you."

He wasn't helping the situation or himself....so therefore I didn't need to hear his shit.

"Go ahead dad, go on and remind me again why I'm such a failure and how much I make everyone else miserable. You do it everyday. And every day it's me walking away from the table leaving you here knee deep in your own shit....get ready to relive it."

I stand up and walk away from the table leaving my plate and cup. I can see my mom watching me concerned and my dad shaking head at his plate.

I shut the door behind me and flop down on my bed. Looking up at the ceiling....I wonder....

What would my life be like if I was the perfect kid? Would I have the same friends? Would my parents like me more? How would people treat me if I was the perfect A student that's everyone else wanted to be.......

Then I stop myself. If I was I would miss out on all the fun parties, that fresh tattoo feeling I get, and the pain of septums going through my nose. More importantly...I wouldn't be me.

At school......

I sit in history with my best buds hoping for a good laugh, and I knew that Austin was gonna be the source of it.

"I mean seriously, you should've seen the package on this chick it was absolutely insane." He whispers.

"She probably had more plastic wrapped around her more than left over chicken in the fridge." Oli says, chewing on his pencil.