CHAD

Chapter 4

The next morning, the deep throbbing in my head has been replaced by a sudden burst of nervousness. I hastily shut off my alarm, jumping out of my cama. Some people may think that 5:30 is too early to get started with your day, especially on the weekends, but the early routine is practical for me. Before heading downstairs for a light, tomato filled breakfast, I slip on a freshly ironed Supreme sweatshirt, some Nike DryFit sweatpants, and my best pair of Yeezys.

By the time I'm finished with my preperations, the clock reads 7:30. Only five more hours until its time to leave. Wanting to look my best, I head over to my room for an intense workout.

"Richard?" my mom's head peeks through the door just as I pull a neon pink sweatband over my forehead, "Why are you working out so early?"

"I need to look hot, mom. 5th graders are judgemental, you know that." I counter, pressing a button to start my workout music. The 2011 style beat pumps and my mother's scowl deepens.

It's been said and done

Every beautiful thought's been already sung

And I guess right now here's another one

So your melody will play on and on, with the best of 'em

You are beautiful, like a dream come alive, incredi-

"RICHARD!" my mom shrieks, reaching over to pause my aesthetic playlist. With a swift karate chop, I knock the phone out of her hand, allowing Selena to continue crooning.

I, I love you like a love song, baby

I, I love you like a love song, baby

"I- I LOVE YOU LIKE A LOVE SONG BABY," I warble, drowning out my mummy's persistent lectures, "CONSTANTLY BOY YOU PLAYED THROUGH MY MIND LIKE A SYMPHONYYYY."

With a slam of my bedroom door, it's clear my mother became fed up of my BS and left. Finally. Before I know it, I'm on the floor, vigorously doing push- ups. I don't even count, I just continue exerting my body until I feel as rock hard as Brent Rivera.