When Eric and I came to my room, I started doing my homework by my desk. Eric was playing games on his phone in my bed.
"I can help you with the homework if you want" I told him. He didn't look back at me.
"I don't do homework" He answered in a n angry tone.
"Why not?" I asked him. Eric sighed and finally looked over at me.
"Because I don't want to. It's boring and a waste of time."
"Is it because you struggle with it? Because I can help you." I told him.
"I'M NOT GOING TO DO MY HOMEWORK"
"I was just trying to be nice.." I said quietly. He got a chair and sat down next to me.
"Sorry. I'm an asshole." Eric sighed. "So, what's the homework?"
"Did you even bring your books home?" I asked him.
"Heh... No." He laughed nervously. I gave him a piece of paper to write on. His handwriting was really bad. I almost couldn't read what he wrote down.
"What did you write here?" I pointed at a word he wrote down.
"It says Eric." He laughed.
"Oh... That explains a lot." I said while opening the math book.
"Really?" Eric rolled his eyes. He picked up his phone and got back to playing games on it. I grabbed it and locked it in the drawer in my desk. I put my key in my pocket. Eric stared at me in hate.
"Okay, let's try to solve this one" I smiled. Eric just looked at it with a confused look.
"I don't know what that means" He complained and pointed at one of the symbols. How could I help him with this?
"Okay" I put the math book back in my bag. "How about history?"
I got my history books out of my bag. When I sat up, Eric had his phone in his hands again.
"How did you get that?" I asked him. "I have the key in my pocket."
Eric held the key in his hand. "Not anymore..."
I gave up. I let him have his phone and finished my homework. If he doesn't want help, he won't get any.
My father opened the door.
"Eric, your mother is on the phone." He said and gave him the phone. "And Butters, come out here"
I followed him down to the livingroom. He told me to sit down next to him in the couch.
"Your friend has to stay here tonight. His mother thought he had a key with him so she left money for him in the kitchen. I want you to be extra nice to him, since his mother is paying us to be. Okay?"
I nodded as my response. Why would his mother pay us to be really nice to him? He told me to go upstairs again. When I walked into my room, I noticed that Eric was really mad. Again. He was still talking with his mother.
"You had one job, mom. One fucking job." He complained and hung up. I sat down next to him in his bed.
"Eric, I think you have to realise that you are not the most important thing in this world." I told him. He turned away from me and crossed his arms.
"Don't escape from your problems. That's how you get angry" I told him.
"I do not have a problem with anger." He answered.
