Casual Affair//Brallon&Ryden (Bryllon)

10

“Brendon? Why haven’t you been to school in 3 days?”

Shit.

Usually Brendon’s mom doesn’t notice when he doesn’t go to school or when he skips a class because he found a way to rig the system to where any calls from the school go to his phone only. For all his mom knows, he goes everyday and never skips. He’s the star child she’s always wanted, for exception of his grades. Which she’s never officially seen either.

Since his parents are rarely home, Brendon gets all the mail. When he get’s a midterm grade or a report card, he goes onto his computer and makes an exact copy of the grading  outline, but puts in his own grades. Now, he doesn’t make them too over exaggerated of course. Never straight As. Usually he puts a mix of As, Bs and the occasional C. When it comes to signing papers that say “your child hasn’t been to school/this class in *blank* amount of days, please sign this paper blah”, he just signs them himself. Whether he has to sign his mother’s or his father’s signature, he’s a pro at it. Since middle school, he’s perfected the art of forging your parent’s signature.

It's terrible and he knows it, but this is his last year if high school so honestly, why should he even care?

“U-uhm what do you mean, mom? I've been going.”

“No, you haven't. Mr. Weekes and I exchanged numbers when we met at the restaurant, and he called me asking if you were doing okay.” She crossed her arms and stared at him with indescribable look. Was she mad? Disappointed? Upset? Who knows.

Brendon stared back, feeling slightly scared of his own mother.

“Oh. Uhm…I don't feel good.” he lied, then proceeded to make coughing noises.

“Yeah, right. Seriously kid, I'm not mad. I just want to know why you've been skipping these past few days.” she sighed.

“Well...I just didn't feel like going. I deserve a break sometimes, and I’ve been pretty stressed lately.” he told her, which wasn’t a complete lie. With all of this Dallon and Ryan stuff going on, as well as his math tutoring, Brendon’s a wreck.

He looks down at his feet and waits for his mom’s response. Judging by the expression on her face, he didn’t think she was going to go easy on him.

She sighed, “Brendon, why didn’t you just tell me then?”

Oh

Her response wasn’t what he had expected, but he wouldn’t complain.

“I don’t know, to be honest.” he lifted his head and shrugged. “I guess I didn’t want to bother you.”

“Hmm. Well, do I have to call in?”

“No, it’s okay. I’ll go back tomorrow.” he lied again.

Tomorrow is Thursday. Only 2 more days to go.

Brendon could handle 2 days. If he made it through 3 days, 2 more would have been a piece of cake.

“Oh, and Brendon? I invited Mr. Weekes over for dinner tonight so he can give you the homework you’ve missed, so tidy up around a bit. I’ll be back later, bye hun.”

Yeah, a piece of cake alright.

“God, please kill me.”

Brendon noticed that these sort of things happen to him way too often than they should. The people that he tried to avoid always ended up popping up out of nowhere, and for what reason? At this point, he thinks that it’s bad karma.

Maybe if I try hard enough, I can avoid him.

Instead of cleaning like his mom had told him to, he tries to come up with a plan to avoid Dallon at all costs.