The Bad Boy's Angel

Chapter Three: Imperfection

It had been a few hours since I left school. I had slept for most of the time. It was now a little past three and I was currently sitting in the bath tub. I had been sitting in the tub for about thirty minutes now. I was just thinking, not wanting to leave the tub.

After awhile in the tub, I decided to get out. I stood up, draining the tub before stepping out of the tub, wrapping a towel around my body. I walked into my bedroom, quickly changing into sweatpants and a t-shirt. Once I finished getting dressed I heard someone knock on my door, which caused me to jump.

"Come in," I said. It was David.

"Can we talk?" David asked me as he walked through my bedroom door.

"About what?" I asked him.

"School." I scoffed as he said that.

"School? Really? You sound like mom."

"Not like that. School, not grades." I looked at him. He walked over to my bed taking a seat on it. He patted the bed next to him, gesturing me to sit next to him. So I did. "Why did you leave the school earlier? And without telling anyone?" I looked away when he asked that. I knew he was going to ask but I had a slight hope he wouldn't.

"You said to leave if I didn't feel well enough," I said simply.

"Well I expected you to at least tell me."

"I'm sorry." I was looking at my lap, not wanting to look him in the eyes. "Ryder saw me and picked me up and took me home."

"Yeah I know. I knew something was up with the way you texted so I told him to go and get you. He said you were fine when he picked you up." I looked up to him now, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Why did you really leave?"

"I didn't feel good. So I left. It's that simple."

"Don't give me that. We both know that's a bunch of bullshit. Ryder told me you were fine when he picked you up. He took you home and it wasn't until then when you got upset. Why did you get upset?"

"It's all the stress," I lied.

"Andi, I know you. It's not stress. The work isn't even hard in tenth grade so it can't be the stress."

"How would you know? I'm stressed from trying to get an A in Geometry. I hate that class. I can't seem to get an A no matter what I try," I snapped. I could feel tears at the corner of my eyes threatening to come out. He looked at me with sadness in his eyes.

"It's so hard. No matter what I do it's never good enough for mom. I try so hard to get an A but no matter what it's not good enough. It has to be an A. I'm a disappointment in her eyes." The tears started to fall from my eyes. I couldn't stop them anymore. "Mom doesn't care about your grades."

"That's not true..." David tried to say but I cut him off.

"I'm not even allowed to have fun. Every minute that I have free has to be studying." I fell back on my bed trying to stop the tears. "I'm tired of all this. She treats me like crap. She treats me like I'm such a horrible daughter. But look at you! My grades are way better than yours and I don't get in trouble yet I'm the disappointment."

"Andi..."

"Why am I so different than you? She has three other kids besides you and I. So why am I so different? I try so hard but it doesn't matter. It would be better if I was just dead." I immediately felt David wrap his hands around my wrists forcing me to sit back up. He was looking at me with hurt in his eyes.

"Don't you ever say that! That's not true. You know that's not true. I love you very much and it hurt hearing those words come out of your mouth. You are loved by many so you should never feel like you should be dead," David said. I swear I saw a tear fall from his eye.