My Bro's Hot Friend

Chapter XVIII

Hi guys, hope you're doing well and respecting social distancing right now! Here's the chapter I've been promising for a few weeks now.

My Physics teacher opened her eyes wide as soon as I walked into the classroom.

Everyone turned their heads toward the door. 

"Are you okay?" the teacher asked.

I put my bag down on my desk and nodded.

"Yeah... Why?"

"It's eight in the morning, what are you doing here?"

"I go to school here."

"Bro, you've been missing the first period and second for like two or three weeks, and suddenly you appear out of thin air?"

"Well, It's kind of the law, believe it or not, I read it in the constitution somewhere. Mandatory education...? Maybe you've heard of it...?"

The teacher was kind of a bitch sometimes. Realy strict too. She had beef with some other teachers, apparently, every other teacher hated her. And honestly? I'd pay for there to be an illegal fight club where teachers would be the fighters. Just imagine your preppy English teacher get beaten up by the crazy philosophy teacher or something.

Anyways, ever since I had known that Zack was safe and was actually working alongside the FBI all those depressive thoughts and anxious feelings diminished rapidly. I began to feel more at ease, and knowing that I could go and visit him whenever I pleased was enough to make me feel better.

Today was the first day that I would be trying at school again since he had gone missing. However, things were not exactly as easy as I planned.

I spent so long being sad that I missed a lot of important work and now, it would be very difficult to get back on track.

When I got home, I just felt like breaking down all over again. I'd spent eight hours trying to learn, but nothing that I heard seem to make any sense, because, I wasn't able to learn anything prior to that.

And always having been a straight-A student, not grasping things at first try usually put a lot of anxiety on me. I know it's bad that I think I should be able to understand everything right away. But it's just the way my mind works and then I enter a cycle of self-hatred because I start doubting myself.

And, when I get to the dinner table, it's not very hard to notice that I've been doing the thing I do best all afternoon.

Crying.

"Jesus, are you okay?" Colin actually seems worried, for once.

"She'll be fine," my dad mumbles under his breath, "The more she cries, the less she pees..."

"Thank you for your concern, father," I roll my eyes, "And thank you Colin, but I'm fine."

"Who do I have to beat up?"

"My math homework."

"You're crying over math homework?!"

"Do you want help with it?" my dad asks.

"No, I'm not planning on crying much more throughout this evening, thank you very much."

Some of you haven't cried while doing your third-grade math homework with your dad so let me tell you what you missed.

Staying up until past my bedtime because my stupid homework was more important than sleep. And now I can't have a good sleeping schedule.

Hours of anxiety because every wrong exercise would be followed by him shouting at me.