What (Really) happened to Mark beaks

Chapter 3: loosing at everything

When his mom picked him up he was half an hour late for the lecture, but he figured he could catch up if they hurried, "Hey, mom."

She was talking to someone important on the phone so she waved her hand to shush him. "Yes, yes, hello, Marcus."

Mark sighed and waited for her to be done before asking, he knew if he interrupted again, he'd be in for it.

They drove to Angela's school next to pick her up, "Hey,"She said.

Their mom hung up, "Hello, dear. How was your day?"

"It was great as usual,"Angela says. "how was your game, Mark."

"We lost,"He said quickly, "Mom, there's this lecture about advanced technology today at the-"

"You're literally the only boy I know who can't throw, kick, or catch a ball,"Angela said.

"Well you're just like everyone other typical teenage girl who can't shut up!"Mark shouted.

"Both of you, knock it off,"Their mother said, "Is this what happens when the two of you stay at your fathers? You get loud and obnoxious?"

"Sorry,"Mark said, "So Mom, will you take me?"

Glamour sighed "Mark, wasn't your father supposed to take you?"

"He must've forgotten,"He said. It's not like telling the truth would've hurt him, but he didn't want to hear the rant that always comes up when he talks about his father. He'd have to hear about how: 'She has to do everything' and blah blah blah. Which was true, but he didn't want to hear it.

"Well, I have to be at a very important banquet tonight, and you're going to have to come along."

"What, why?"

"Because I said so,"She says, "And you'll be on your best behavior, understand me?"

"Yes,"He groaned rolling his eyes and slumping back on his seat. Mark hated parties, especially dinner parties, they're boring, he always felt the need to move around or heaven forbid do anything at all! But if he moved (which he always did) he'd get scolded.

When he arrived at school next week, Mark was very distraught, and even that was an understatement. He missed the chance to meet his hero, professor beakov. The master of engineering and robotics. He doubted he'd ever see him now.

"Hey, moron!"Said a cheerful voice behind him.

"Leslie,"He perked up. "How was the lecture?"

"It was awesome, where were you?"

"My parents..."

"Say no more,"she says setting her backpack on the school floor and started digging through it, "I get it. Sorry to hear about the ball game by the way, I really thought you'd get it this time."

"Welp, some people are gifted in sports, and some people will have real jobs."

"That's the spirit,"She said laughing. She pulled out something and handed it to him.

"What's this?"He asked.

"Those are all my notes from the lecture,"She handed him a tape recorder, "Here's a recording of it,"She pulled out one more thing, "And here's a signed book. I figured you weren't going to make it so I bought you one, you owe me ten bucks."

"You're amazing!"He said, "I don't keep cash on me during school for obvious reasons, but I'll bring it tomorrow at your place.

"Great,"She says putting her backpack back on, "Where would you be without me?"

"I'd be ten dollars richer, but I wouldn't have this book,"He said.

"You're welcome,"She smiled.

"Mark!" They heard someone from behind them.

They both turn around "Ok, that's my queue to leave,"She says walking away, "Good luck."

"What do you think you're doing?"His dad asked, "Well, I was heading to class but-"

"You were fooling around with that girl,"He said, "School is for work and nothing else."

"I get straight As, Leslie has never effected-"

"No backtalk!"He yelled, everyone in the hall was now staring, he waited until they stopped then lowered his voice, "from now on, you'll get your homework done any time you have a free second at school, no more lingering. When we get home you'll have more baseball practice."

Sigh...oh yeah. Sounds terrific.

The present suddenly hit him like a ton of bricks, "Mr beaks, your sisters are here."

Shit.

"Tell them I'm not here,"He says on the mic.

"We can hear you mark,"Angela said.

"Good, then maybe you can take a hint and leave!"He yelled.

"Very mature,"She says.

"Why do we even bother?"She asked missy.

"Because dad would've wanted him there," she says.

Angela turned back to the door and yelled, "Marcus Calvin Beaks, open this door now!"

"Ok, fiiine,"He says, "But only if you never say my middle name out loud again,"He says.

He personally went to the door to open it, he turned to his assistant, "Two things: one, we need to get you a headset, and two, call security if this takes more then ten minutes."