The jock and the nerd. Or not

Day 12 (Sunday)

"Did you finish your homework?" asked my mom for the fifth time in a minute.
"Not any more than last time you asked, which was less than a second ago," I answered, annoyed. "And I won't go any faster if you keep asking me all the time."

I went back to my work. I had trouble concentrating. I had been working on a simple Math problem for half an hour. Before that, I spent fifteen minutes on conjugating a French verb I knew by heart since 1st grade. And I was probably going to take an hour to do an easy Science exercise.

I couldn't focus. It wasn't only that my mom was asking me "Are you done with your homework?" every two seconds, I was also excited about tomorrow. I wasn't really happy about having to wake up early, to carry a seriously heavy bag to school, and work, but I was excited about seeing Ana and... Oliver.

Now that I knew that I liked him, I felt the urge to see him and his beautiful face all the time. Except that I couldn't see him (or this beautiful face) until tomorrow. So I was excited. Because, tomorrow, I was gonna see my wonderful and handsome crush.