Better than a Taylor swift song

Chapter 2: Connelly

"AND ALL I DID WAS TRY MY BEST, THATS THE KINDA THANKS I GET?"

                                                                  -OLIVIA RODRIGO, ' BRUTAL'

 "Connelly, you didn't tell me you were failing?" my father says in a stern voice. 

  "That was kinda the point." I reply in a snarky voice. I didn't tell him for 2 reasons: One, he doesnt know anything about me nor would he care enough to find out and Two, Im super peaved this man didnt even try to figure out why all he wants to know is why I'm not a genius like him, the reason for that is I'm super dyslexic and ADHD so I cant read crap. 

 "Is that how you talk to your father the man who has paid for every thing you own, eaten, or done?" he replies in a condescending manner. 

 "I mean I just did so..." 

 Its not that I hate my dad, I like him, but I dont love him. Just because hes rich doesnt mean Im automatically gonna love him. The only person Im certain I love is my mom. 

 "Well, regardless youre getting a tutor." 

 "No one can help me, Im too far gone." 

  "That you are but of course, I need you to graduate because if you dont, the family name will be cursed."

 "So thats all you care about," I say as I stand up, "The family name, not me, your own son whos trying his hardest. Im willing to bet that you dont even know that i cant read well" 

  "Son I - I can ex.."

  "Save it for someone who cares, you @$$hole!" I say running out of the room, not out of sadness, but out of defiancy, anger and annoyance.

  I run out to the bus, which is now leaving me far in the dust. 

  "Hey!" I shout at the top of my lungs as I chase after it. 

  The bus stops again at another kids house. I run on drenched in sweat, panting from the effort. I go to my normal seat where I normally sit with my best friend, Eddie, but see that another kid is sitting there. Shes small and petite, probably 5'2 or so and wearing an outfit that reminds me distinctly of 'Kim Possible'. 

 "Yo mystery girl what are you doing in my seat?" I say as the bus lurches forward causing me to lose balance and fall into the seat next to her.

  "Sit down Manchester! We cant have our star player breaking something." the bus driver, Mr. Scarry yells back at me.

  The girl pulls off her headphones and puts her book down. "Im sorry, were you talking to me, I couldn't hear you"

 "Yeah I said what were you doing in my seat." 

  "Um.. sorry," she replies quietly as she brushes the hair behind her ear, "I didn't know it was yours Ive never rode this bus,  not that you needed to know that. I can move, if you'd like."

  "No its good"  I reply. Look I may not be the nicest person in existence but in no way am I gonna make a girl get up and move just because shes sitting in my normal spot. You know that saying chivalry isn't dead as long as I'm alive, yeah that's what I was raised to live on. 

 " No, no you're good, I'll just go sit in the back and wait for Eddie to get here," I say as I run my hand through my blonde curly hair, "I don't really care." 

 "I don't mind you sitting here either, like anyones gonna purposely sit by me." she says moving the stuff from the chair next to her into her backpack. 

 "Ok" I say as I sit down. She goes back to her book enthralled by the wonderful words I've never been able to experience.

                                                                  AUTHORS NOTE

 Sorry for the cuss words not looking right I cant put them on my laptop cuz my parents wouldn't like that

So how you liking the story so far 

Is Connely sounding dreamy yet? 

Oh well I guess well find out