Does he really care?

Rough

I continued doing my work during the class period time frame.

"Bruh why aren't you in class?" Tyler said walking into the library.

"Cause Isabella is a weirdo, I'm changing classes man."

"All of them?"

"Yes she's in every class, I have to."

"Did Dakota say something?"

"No I haven't even told Dakota, Isabellas making me uncomfortable not her." 

"Oh, maybe you'll get into some of my classes then."

"Yea hopefully."

The bell rang and we both left the library.

The entire day consisted of me going to my classes early, passing my teacher the note from my counselor, and sitting in the library.

"Um excuse me," I spoke up getting the librarian's attention, "I'm supposed to watch a video but I don't have headphones can I sit outside?"

She nodded and I packed up my stuff and found a table outside in the shade.

I went onto my phone and face timed Dakota instead of watching a video.

"Hello?" She said confused once the call went through.

"Whatcha doin'," I smiled looking at her.

She flipped her screen so I could see her computer screen.

"The fuck is that?"

"Math," She said turning the screen back around.

"That looks like English to me."

She laughed a little bit at my confusion.

"What's wrong? You seem stressed." I asked.

"I just don't understand any of this."

"I'm sorry baby, if I knew what that was I'd try and help. I'm sure you can figure it out though."

She nodded writing something down.

"What grade do you have?"

"A 71."

"Now I know something is wrong, you don't get below 80s in class."

"There's no point," I heard the pencil fall, "It's too hard."

"Nothing is too hard for you, just do more practice on the stuff you don't get. I've seen you do school work you're super smart."

"I just don't wanna do it."

"You gotta do it."

"Ugh I know," She groaned.

I heard some dude talking in the background.

"Who is at the house?" I asked sitting up straight.

"It's the lecture video dummy." She flipped the camera again and I saw some old dude standing at a whiteboard pointing at something.

"Oh," I laughed.

"He's old enough to be my grandpa."

The two of us joked all through the last class period and into lunch, I sat in my car avoiding Isabella but also wanting a quiet private place to talk.

"Why aren't you at lunch?" Dakota asked noticing the time.

"I'm too tired to be social."

"Lies."

"Yea and Isabella is making me uncomfortable, I got my classes changed and everything."

"It's that bad huh?"