Nah can't

I wish I could, but if I don't get into college for practice coach will kick me from the team, so I reluctantly climbed out of bed, did my normal routine.

As I got my clothes on I quickly positioned my hard on so that my jeans would hold it against my abs, it was uncomfortable but I'd have to deal with it.

As I made my way down stairs I heard the familiar sound of my mother arguing with my dad, guess it's hard to come out when you home is a war zone.

"I know you're fucking that secretary" my mother shouted at my dad as he walked around the house grabbing up what he needs before he leaves.

I didn't bother saying anything I just got out before anything harsher could be said, but as I made it out I saw my bus.