“Dude why the hell have you dragged me here?” I asked Zack. I was sat on his bed fiddling with the strings on my guitar. It turned out that he wanted me to come round his so that we could do our homework.
“Because this is a massive project that even you can’t find a way around not doing. You will be murdered before you even try and besides the teacher is sending out a message to parents about it to make sure that they make sure that we actually complete it.”
“Crap.”
“My thoughts exactly, so I thought we could do ours together to make it less tedious.”
“By which you mean that you’re going to be doing most of it for me?”
“Basically yeah, but as this is personal you’re going to have to do the profiles yourself,” he replied, turning round to face his computer.
“I love you man.”
“Save it for Jack,” he muttered under his breath, but I still caught it.
“So why’d you get me to bring my guitar?” I asked changing the topic.
“I know you Alex. Do you honestly think I’d make you work? I don’t expect you to actually be doing any work, so you can keep yourself entertained. I mean all I’m going to do is find some good websites to use and forward them onto you.”
“You are the best Zack!”
“No, I just like my band the way it is.” Zack was the only other person except for Jack who knew about me as our parents were really good friends, except he didn’t know just how bad it had gotten. We carried on for a while with Zack on his computer and me sitting on his bed messing around with my guitar. I also had my lyrics book lying open besides me. Every so often I would wander over and actually help Zack with the work, but every time I would get bored and wander off around his room.
I walked up my driveway slowly, trying to put off going inside for as long as possible. I didn’t know why I was avoiding it as I hadn’t done anything wrong, but I felt uneasy. I was proved right when I opened the door and saw my mom standing there waiting with her arms crossed.
“Where have you been?”
“At Zack’s, working.”
“So if I called his mother she would…” She started.
“Tell you that I was there. Whether she knows what we were doing is a different matter,” I interrupted.
“And what were you doing?”
“Research.”
“For?” She prompted forcefully.
“Project.”
“Speaking of school I got an email from them today.”
“What was it about this time; did they catch me having sex again?” My sarcastic side always knew when to make an appearance.
“When were you going to tell me?”
“About my sex life, never?” I asked getting slightly confused as to what she was talking about.
“No this bloody art project of yours!” She exploded suddenly.
“I only got given it the other day and I’ve got three months to complete it!” I argued, which only made my mother really mad. She continued to yell at me for no particular reason, but after the second sentence she forgot what she was yelling at me for and moved onto a different topic. It must have been another ten minutes before she gave up and sent me to my room, which I was only too happy to comply with as I didn’t want to be around the woman any longer than I physically had to be.
