Page 30 of Damaged Boys Don't Fall For Bubbly Girls
Theo: Darn it!
I chuckle as I tap out a response.
Brock: I already told you I’m not writing your essay for you.
Theo: Man, the book is so boring. I haven’t even made it to page twenty. Please, please write it for me. I’ll get you whatever you want. Just say the word and it’s yours.
Brock: Not happening. And the book isn’t boring at all. Sheesh, man, it’s an easy read and you should be done in about two hours.
Theo: Two hours? You know how many quests inChronicles of the EternalsI can complete in that amount of time?
Brock: Or you can read the book and write the essay yourself like the rest of us.
Theo: Please Brick!
Theo: Brick.
Theo: Man, your name is annoying.
Brock: Calling my dead uncle’s name annoying isn’t very cool, dude.
Theo: Sorry.
Brock: Just messing with you! But do the homework yourself. If you want help with grammar and stuff, hit me up, but you’re on your own.
Theo: Darn it. Fine. If I get an F, it’s on you.
Brock: Or you could read the book.
Theo: Not everyone loves to read like you. Is there a movie version?
Brock: Theo…
Theo: Fine. Catch ya later, Brick.
Brock: You did that on purpose.
Theo: :)
I laugh lightly, then throw my phone aside and continue bio. A few minutes later, there’s a knock on my door before Mom peeks her head in.
“Hey, Brocky.”
“Mom…”
She holds up her hands. “Okay, okay, I won’t call you that. How was school and your session with Dr. Brewer?”
“Good. How was work?”
Smiling, she sits down next to me. “It was great. There’s a girl we’re working with who’s having a hard time because she’s the only girl on her football team. Reminds me of me.”
“It sucks she’s having a hard time.”
Mom stretches her arm over my shoulder, pulling me close to her. “She’s not even part of the starting lineup. Chances are she’ll sit on the bench all season, but some guys can’t accept the thought of a girl on the team. A bunch of jerks.”
I smile. “Good thing she has you to talk to. You’re an inspiration to so many young girls.”
Mom squishes me close to her, burying my nose in her arm. “I think that’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever said to me.”
