Insecure

Facade

Seth POV

I tumble out of my bed as I wake up to the sound of my alarm blasting in my ear. I struggle to get untangled from my blanket, groaning in frustration when the task seems to much for my stupid brain to handle. I take a moment to compose myself and finally get out of the web of intanglement. After doing my routine in the bathroom I get dressed, putting on a plain white t-shirt and denim jeans with my red and black Jordans to match. I head down stairs expecting to have time to relax before school but instead I am greeted with my father sitting at the table. He has a cup of fresh coffee steaming in his right hand and in his left is a newspaper. I feel my stomach drop as I prepare myself for the storm that's about to happen. I walk over to the counter and get a box of Cereal. I take the bowl from the tray and milk from the fridge to make breakfast. My dad clears his throat and doesn't bother turning to face me as he begins to speak.

"Your slacking. I expect better from you." He spits out. He sets his cup of coffee down and turns around, giving me his full attention. This is going to be a long conversation.

" I checked your grades. You have a C in AP calculus. Are you even trying?"

" Dad, it's just a C and I am trying, but I already told you I'm not good at math." I try to expain. I've never been good at math. It's the one subject I can't seem to get an A in. But of course my dad wouldn't understand. He's to stuborn, especially when he's trying to push out accountants.

" If you keep up that attitude you'll never get better. How are you supposed to get into a yale with that attitude. You'll never be an accountant at this rate." His voice is rising and I can tell he's getting more agrivated with me.

" I don't want to be an accountant. I don't want to be a lawyer or a doctor. I don't want to be stuck in an a office all day looking through legal documents. It's not me dad." I know even if I try to reason with him he won't listen. He never listens. There's only one option for him and it's not his son being a personal trainer.

" I've invested so much time on you. You can't give up yet." He reassures. I've had enough. If he isn't going to listen to me I'm not going to listen to him.

" I'm not giving up. I don't want to be an accountant. Maybe, you would know that if you took the time to ask me what I want to be instead of shoving stuff down my throat! Did you ever ask me what I want to be? If being an accountant makes me happy? Well it doesn't!" I yell. If he doesn't get the point now, I don't know what else to do.

" What's going on down here? I'm trying to get my beauty sleep." My mother is standing in the doorway to the kitchen giving us an accusing face. " I'm surprised the neighbors haven't come knocking yet."

" Nothing, I was just leaving." I've lost my appetite and I don't want to be anywhere near him at this point.

" Don't walk away from me young man." My dad grabs my arm in a attempt to keep me from leaving. "We're not finished talking."

I look at my mom for help, she shakes her head and walks over to my dad. " Isn't it a bit too early to be in a bad mood?" She whispers into his ear, while on her tip toes. She gently eases his arm down and pulls him away from me.

I'm not sure whether I should be thankful or disturbed at this. Seeing my dad's eyes soften for my mom is heart warming and all, but I would rather not be here to witness what they do afterwards.

I take this moment of weakness to grab my backpack and practice bag and rush out the front door, hopping into my car.

I try to clear my head as I drive to school but I can't stop thinking about it. Why is being an accountant so important? It's my life and I'm not going to let him control it.

As I Pull up to the school parking lot, I try to think of happy thoughts. Come on, come on. Eating cheesecake. Playing video games. Finding a hundred dallors. Dora getting hit by a bus...wait, where is my mind going? But can you really blame me? I mean she ask you to help her find something that is right behind her and then has the audacity to wait 20 seconds before continuing. It's like Dora, turn around and handle your business.

My rant is interrupted when I notice my friends walking toward my car. It's showtime. I plaster a fake smile onto my face and step out of the car. I am immediately engulfed into a hug by my friend, Cassidy.

I have a feeling she likes me, but she really isn't my type." Hey seth."  She purrs." I almost thought that you weren't going to come."

What she really meant was ' Seth, you're my eye candy. If you don't come who am I going to stare at?'

I try to be as discrete as I can while removing her hands from my waist. " I woke up late. " I say while giving her my signature smile.

" Did you miss me?"

She nods her head and pouts her lips. Do girls actually think stuff like that works? I know guys have a bad name but do I look that easy? I gradually move further away from her and turn towards my other friends. " Hey guys." Daniel frowns.

" What?"

" Friends don't make friends wait."

I smirk. " If your truly friends you wouldn't mind waiting." He scuffs.

" Whatever." He begins to walk away. I feel Cassidy brush past me as a she goes to gossip with a group of girls. Probably, trying to make me notice her.

" You should really tell her you're not interested." I almost jump, forgetting that Aiden is still standing next to me. The fact that he wears all black and barely talks doesn't help either. He's more of an observer which is something I have to watch out for. On the bright side he's not a blabber mouth. " I will...I'm just not the type of person to break someone's heart." I smile.

" This is why you're always getting taken advantage of." He begins to walk away. " No I'm not." I know he's right but hearing him say it out loud just makes it real.

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Class goes by slowly as I listen to a boring lecture my history teacher decided to give today. It's hard to keep my eyes open and atleast pretend like I'm paying attention. I almost don't hear the bell ring, signaling for lunch. I watch as students practically fall over each other trying to escape to freedom.

I hesitantly grab my things and exit last. I watch as students rush to the cafeteria. It always amazes me how they trample over eachother to get in the lunch line when they know the food is horrible. It's all either burnt or to cold to eat. I hate to sound like a downer today, but what my dad said earlier is really getting under my skin. All I wanted to do was eat my breakfast and leave for school but no... he has to drill all these expectations into my head.

I enter the cafeteria and immediately spot a familiar brunette sitting at a table alone eating a sandwhich. I don't know why I've never noticed her before. She's so easy to spot. I head towards her table and sit directly in front of her. " Hey."

Her eyes quickly dart up, but when she realizes it's me, she glares. I can't help but laugh at her reaction. Angry doesn't suit her. " Why are you laughing?" She ask after swallowing a piece of her sandwhich. " No reason really. I just saw someone trip behind you." She looks around, but gives up when she can't find who I'm talking about. " You shouldn't be here." She says. I never thought I'd meet someone more closed of than me. It sort of pisses me off a little. No one should feel this way. I take in how tense she looks and frown.

" Why are you staring at me?" I snap out of my thoughts and flash her a smile. " No reason...so tell me about yourself." Her mouth falls open. " Be careful you might catch flies." She shuts her mouth closed and stumbles on what to say. " y- you can't be serious?" I nod my head. " I'm very serious...Isabelle right?"