The jock and the nerd. Or not

Day 4 (Saturday)

"Rose, are you listening to me?" asks my mom, knocking me out of my thoughts for the fifth time today.
"Huh, what?"
"Rose! I am so fed up with you! You never listen! What will it take to make you pay attention once in a while!"

For me to listen, you'll have to say something interesting, I think. I don't say it, though.

She's right, after all, I never listen these days. It's because I have lots of things to think about. Like Oliver.
It's Saturday, I'm at home, but all I can think about is him. Every time I close my eyes, I see his face. Him, smiling and staring at me.
He makes me unable to listen to anybody or to concentrate on anything. That makes mom crazy. But I just wish she wouldn't yell at me so much.

She yells all the time (no, I'm not exaggerating). Usually I don't really care. But today, I find it particularly annoying. Whenever she yells, Oliver's face disappears from my mind. Oddly, I miss him. And, for some reason, I need to see his face.

But he's not here right now. And I'm gonna have to deal with my frustrated mother alone.