And My Problem Is?
Brody silently thought his AP Calculus homework might, in fact, murder him. The equations taunted him as they swirled before his eyes. They made no freaking sense. You could die of Calculus, right? Surely, that had been a cause of death somewhere. It wouldn’t be a particularly exciting death, either, since Calculus seemed inclined to murder him through induced rapid aging. Damn, did Brody feel old. Maybe that was from sitting at his uncomfortable desk chair for several thousand years.
Frustrated, he slammed his textbook shut. He needed a nap. Or a cement truck’s worth of coffee. Possibly both, though not at the same time. His best friend Judd’s parents had that shiny espresso machine. Maybe he could call him up and invite himself over. Brody already heard Judd’s teasing voice in his head. You only love me for my fancy coffee.
He would then retort how Judd’s girlfriend Sophia did the same thing and also used him for his huge mansion, which was big enough you practically needed a GPS to get around in it. His friend would laugh and ask him if he were jealous that Judd had Sophia while he didn’t, which was so not in the same galaxy as funny, for some reason.
What would he have to be jealous of, anyway? It wasn’t like he wanted Sophia. She was so...boring, and she wouldn’t go out with him anyway. Jealousy in that direction was freaking pointless. In addition to lacking a giant mansion, Brody didn’t have Judd’s sparkling blue eyes, jet black hair or goddamn perfect body. He hardly worked out, ever, and he looked like that.
Sighing, Brody pulled out his phone and shot Judd a text. Can I come over? Trying to study for AP Calc. Need freaking coffee.
His phone pinged with a reply. Sure. Sophia’s over.
Be there in a few was Brody’s texted response. But why did the girlfriend have to be over, seriously? Still, he wasn’t going to get any studying done here, so he might as well go over.
“Stupid Sophia,” he muttered to himself.
“Now tell me -- why do you hate Sophia so much?” a voice said right next to Brody’s ear, causing him to drop his phone.
“Shut up, Mona,” he muttered, turning to look at the source of voice -- his deeply annoying fourteen year old sister.
She put a hand on hip. “Well, you do hate her for, like, no reason,” she said.
“It’s -- it’s not no reason. She’s...using Judd for his fancy coffee machine,” he stammered, feeling his face heat up. What the hell? He grabbed his phone.
Mona rolled her eyes. “Oh, like you don’t do that. That’s not why you hate her,” she muttered.
“Are you a mind reader now?” Brody said, getting up from his chair and grabbing his backpack. His sister was making him awfully uncomfortable.
“You don’t have to be a mind reader to know what your problem is. You’re so obvious about it,” Mona said. She moved to stand in front of him.
“My problem is under five feet tall and named Mona,” he grumbled as he put his AP Calc textbook into his backpack.
Mona smirked and pointed to a poster on Brody’s wall. What was so problematic about his poster? It featured a guy in a swimsuit running through the surf, with the sunlight reflecting off the water and making the guy kind of...glow. He...it was pretty. So?
“What about my poster?” Brody muttered. He slung his backpack over his shoulders.
She just kept smirking.
“If you don’t stop smirking, I will punt you into the next galaxy,” he hissed, glaring at Mona.
“Brody, why are you threatening to send your sister to another galaxy?” His mom popped her head into his room, looking concerned.
“Because she’s my sister. Do I need another reason?” he muttered.
He brushed past his mom and sister, not wanting to think about...whatever it was that Mona was going on about this time. Brody didn’t have any actual problems. Except for how his best friend’s girlfriend was completely freaking obnoxious.
So why did he feel so uneasy?
Frustrated, he slammed his textbook shut. He needed a nap. Or a cement truck’s worth of coffee. Possibly both, though not at the same time. His best friend Judd’s parents had that shiny espresso machine. Maybe he could call him up and invite himself over. Brody already heard Judd’s teasing voice in his head. You only love me for my fancy coffee.
He would then retort how Judd’s girlfriend Sophia did the same thing and also used him for his huge mansion, which was big enough you practically needed a GPS to get around in it. His friend would laugh and ask him if he were jealous that Judd had Sophia while he didn’t, which was so not in the same galaxy as funny, for some reason.
What would he have to be jealous of, anyway? It wasn’t like he wanted Sophia. She was so...boring, and she wouldn’t go out with him anyway. Jealousy in that direction was freaking pointless. In addition to lacking a giant mansion, Brody didn’t have Judd’s sparkling blue eyes, jet black hair or goddamn perfect body. He hardly worked out, ever, and he looked like that.
Sighing, Brody pulled out his phone and shot Judd a text. Can I come over? Trying to study for AP Calc. Need freaking coffee.
His phone pinged with a reply. Sure. Sophia’s over.
Be there in a few was Brody’s texted response. But why did the girlfriend have to be over, seriously? Still, he wasn’t going to get any studying done here, so he might as well go over.
“Stupid Sophia,” he muttered to himself.
“Now tell me -- why do you hate Sophia so much?” a voice said right next to Brody’s ear, causing him to drop his phone.
“Shut up, Mona,” he muttered, turning to look at the source of voice -- his deeply annoying fourteen year old sister.
She put a hand on hip. “Well, you do hate her for, like, no reason,” she said.
“It’s -- it’s not no reason. She’s...using Judd for his fancy coffee machine,” he stammered, feeling his face heat up. What the hell? He grabbed his phone.
Mona rolled her eyes. “Oh, like you don’t do that. That’s not why you hate her,” she muttered.
“Are you a mind reader now?” Brody said, getting up from his chair and grabbing his backpack. His sister was making him awfully uncomfortable.
“You don’t have to be a mind reader to know what your problem is. You’re so obvious about it,” Mona said. She moved to stand in front of him.
“My problem is under five feet tall and named Mona,” he grumbled as he put his AP Calc textbook into his backpack.
Mona smirked and pointed to a poster on Brody’s wall. What was so problematic about his poster? It featured a guy in a swimsuit running through the surf, with the sunlight reflecting off the water and making the guy kind of...glow. He...it was pretty. So?
“What about my poster?” Brody muttered. He slung his backpack over his shoulders.
She just kept smirking.
“If you don’t stop smirking, I will punt you into the next galaxy,” he hissed, glaring at Mona.
“Brody, why are you threatening to send your sister to another galaxy?” His mom popped her head into his room, looking concerned.
“Because she’s my sister. Do I need another reason?” he muttered.
He brushed past his mom and sister, not wanting to think about...whatever it was that Mona was going on about this time. Brody didn’t have any actual problems. Except for how his best friend’s girlfriend was completely freaking obnoxious.
So why did he feel so uneasy?