I looked down at my Physics book irritatedly. Chicken came out of nowhere and started mewling at my lap.
"Chicks, please try to shut up that sweet mouth of yours." I muttered, flipping a page.
"Okay." I whispered to myself. "So, if the velocity is zero that means the acceleration is equal to..."
I groaned and looked back at the book.
Why was Physics so hard? Why couldn't I get it? Why was a test scheduled tomorrow? More importantly, why was I still stuck at Kinematics?
I took out my phone, typing a message to Alex. But then I realized how crossed he had sounded on that sticky note. I kept my phone away.
Raising my fingers to my temples, I rubbed hard. "How am I supposed to study?" I whispered. "How am I supposed to study?"
Physics test was tomorrow. And if I failed this time, I was sure mom won't let me go. She'd probably even homeschool me.
Not like I owed anything to her.
I looked down at my book. Maybe if I got good grades, I could reach some expectations of my parents. Maybe they'd realize I wasn't much of a disappointment.
I was so into my thoughts until my phone chimed. Chicken perked up and jumped in my lap. I picked up my phone and stroked her fur.
I was expecting it to be Alex for some reason. But it was Blake.
What are you doing?
I ignored it until I heard another chime.
Mind if I help you a bit on that goddamn subject?
I looked at the screen unbelievably. My first instinct was to look around my room.
Who knows if he had fixed cameras around here?
I didn't. What sort of a person do you think I am?
I looked at the screen and gulped. I heard a tap on my window and almost jumped.
"Are you crazy?" I asked out loud. He smiled sheepishly before looking behind him. I realized how it was raining way too badly outside.
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Bitter Heart | ✔Teen Fiction
Caden Fernando Miller. Hot, notorious and the most famous bad boy of Crestmont High. Attention seekers flirt with him. Idiots fight with him. The ones who are rewarded with a piece of sense by God, they stay away from him. If you fight with him, you...