Strings Attached

Chapter Two

My dad never asked my mom for a divorce, and she decided to forgive him, for he had promised that he had left Sophia.

My mom had this theory that my dad was actually gay and he thought Sophia was a man. Sophia had a little bit of a mustache, and she had no boobs, so my mother's theory was not as dumb as it sounds.

I actually believed that Sophia was a gay man with makeup. If you saw her, you would know what I am talking about.

Seriously, my dad was pretty stupid because no man in his right mind would even touch a woman like Sophia, let alone impregnate her.

"We are here," said Theodore, interrupting my thoughts.

I sighed and unbuckled my seatbelt. My head ached from thinking about Sophia and Dad. There was no way that I was in condition to complete the test. I would have to come up with an excuse.

"Should I say that my dog ate my study notes, or would that be too cliché?"

"It'd be extremely cliché," Theodore said.

My eyes widened. I had not realized that I was talking aloud until now. Sometimes, words are out of my mouth before I even get a chance to think about them.

I needed a filter in my brain that would slowly process the words that were about to leave my mouth.

I seriously should think twice before saying anything, but random things just blurt out of my mouth without warning.

It was like that time when I told the English teacher that he looked like Mr. Potato Head. To be frank, he did look like Mr. Potato Head. His glasses were too big for his head, and his nose was a little pink... The point is that sometimes I was unable to think before I spoke, and this was definitely one of those times.

It was amazing how easily I embarrassed myself in front of people I did not really know. Theodore was not a stranger, but I did not really know him, either. He was an acquaintance, but that did not make it any less embarrassing.

I blushed. Theodore was in his right to judge me or make fun of me, but he simply smiled.

"We could tell your teacher that you had to pick me up at the airport because your mother is sick. I'm sure he would believe you."

I smiled a little. "Maybe, but that's no excuse for missing a test."

"Oh, you have a test?" he asked.

"Yeah." I sighed. "It's fine. Failing this one test will not really make a difference."

"What? No! You can't fail because of me!" he exclaimed, worried.

I shook my head. "It's not your fault."

"It is! I am very slow driver. I've been told that my grandmother drives faster than me!" he exclaimed.

"I'm telling you: it's fine. See you after school," I said, getting out of the car and wondering what on Earth I was going to do.

I had not studied because I was planning to study in the morning, but I did not have time. I was twenty minutes late!

It was all Brianna's fault, with her extremely sensitive stomach and her insistence to eat the whole papaya.

I was not feeling well at all, but I kept walking anyway. I made my way inside the school and walked down the hallway until I found my classroom. I opened the door and entered slowly, hoping Mr. Payne would not make a big deal out of my arriving late.

Unfortunately, Mr. Payne glared at me for interrupting his class and asked me why I was so late.

"I had to pick someone up at the airport," I lied.