summer school // phan

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I was awaken by a grumble that was caused by the front door closing. 'Bye!' I could hear my mother's voice faintly as a car had screeched down the road. Once my mind comprehended what was happening I remembered that my Dad was going on a business trip for the weekend. I rolled to the other side of my bed and picked up my phone, reading the time. 7:18 am. 'Too early' I groaned to myself, flopping back onto my pillow letting myself fall back asleep as it was Saturday and I didn't need to go anywhere.

I tried sleeping but my mind was active so I just lied on my bed while looking at the ceiling above me. I thought about my short story along with other things. After a short while my mind drifted to Phil; like usual. I wondered why Phil would be at summer school; it's been the main idea taking up the majority of my thoughts. I knew he was a smart individual and he surly has passed all his classes so why was he at summer school? There was only one reason why he'd be there and although it was possible, it wasn't plausible:

Maybe he liked me.

But Phil couldn't actually like me, right? I treated him awfully, we're exact opposites and the only thing we have in common is our music taste. It didn't make sense but it was only thing I could come up with as to why he was attending summer school. He didn't need to be there but he seemed to want to be there.

I walked downstairs to get something to drink and Adrian was eating some cereal. His eyes were looking red and spaced out. "Adrian?" I looked at him, "huh?" He responded making eye contact with me for a moment before facing back down to the bowl in front of him. He put his emptied bowl in the sink and walked out to the living room. I watched as he picked up what looked to be a math book and started writing stuff down. Adrian wasn't on summer vacation yet and he didn't need to attend summer school because he actually finished his work and although he wasn't the smartest in his class, he still got by with a fairly good mark. I sat down on a different part of the couch as I sipped my coffee. "Anything you need help with?" I offer
"Uh...how do you find the percent of a whole number?"
"Let me see," I ask holding my hand out for him to give me his book. He did and I read it over, "yeah...I don't remember"
"Thank for the help" he chuckled at my lack of information

Skip to Monday
(I don't know what to write so yeah)

I decided that since my father wasn't going to be back for another few days that I'd take his car to school so I didn't have to walk. I drove Adrian to school as well and once I got to school I locked the car and headed to my first class. Math was still boring and Phil was there as predicted but I tried to concentrate on the useless math that was written on the boards in front on me. My eyes became heavy from the lack of sleep the night before and before I had fully closed my eyes, my teacher regained my attention. "Mr. Howell this is not nap time, pay attention" I heard slight laughter from people around me as I sat up and scribbled down what was written on the board. I continued on to my second class and the whole time I just looked forward to lunch where I could sit in peace, left with my thoughts. Sometimes just me and my thoughts would be an awful idea since I often ended up having what I call an 'existential crisis' so that made me late to some of my classes. I would ponder why I should even get up to go to class when in the end we would all inevitably die. I would eventually get up and stumble into class with the excuse that I overestimated how much more time I had to get to that classroom. The bell rang and I walked up to the library after getting my lunch. I sat in my usual corner, listening to music. After I finished eating I took out a notebook, scribbling down some ideas for the short story I was writing. The rest of the day went quick and as per usual I avoided any chance of Phil trying to talk to me. Well, anyone talking to me for that matter but mostly Phil.

Skip to the next day (sorry for the time skips but I don't have anything interesting to happen so)

Again this morning, I drove Adrian to school then myself to school and walked into school like I have been the last few days. I knew the school well and that was a good thing since I often go on auto-pilot due to my problem of zoning out. I went to math class but I didn't see Phil until I turned around at the exact time he walked into the classroom clutching his books.