Another school day over

I have a lot to think about during my bus ride home. Guys like to take their girlfriends out. They like to talk to them at night. They want to get them to themselves and fuck them. I don’t know how long he’s going to be interested if I can’t do any of that. And I can’t let my dad find out that I’m talking to him.

I have a lot of extra work to do this evening too, because I didn’t do anything during lunch and I spent most of the afternoon spacing out and daydreaming about dicks.

I don’t waste any time when I get inside, because I have a lot of ground to cover. It’s a valiant effort, but I’m not even close to done when mom calls me down for dinner. She made spaghetti tonight.

My dad comes into the room and takes his seat. We begin quietly eating, my mom and I both keeping our heads down.

“So Maddie.” My dad says. “Did anything interesting happen at school today?”

“No.” I say.

“Oh so you’re not interested in your studies then.” He presses.

“It was just a normal day.” I answer. “I had a test in AP chemistry.”

“I’ll be looking out for your grade on the school website.” He says before continuing to eat. There’s a brief pause.

“Are you all done with your homework?” He asks me.

“No.” I tell him nervously.

“Well how much do you have left?”

“Maybe an hour.”

“An hour? Are you slacking?” He asks angrily.

“No!” I respond. “It’s just a lot, I’ll get it done.”

“And you still have to do the dishes!” He barks. “And now you’re gonna fall behind on your MCAT prep!”

“Don’t worry.” I say. “I’m gonna ace that test it’s gonna be alright!”

“It’s not alright!” He yells. “You’re distracted! I bet it’s a fucking boy! Give me your phone now, I want to see it before you do have a chance to do anything sneaky.”

“It’s not a boy.” I tell him, handing it over.

“Just finish your fucking dinner.” He orders. “You have a lot of work to do tonight.”

We finish eating in awkward silence before I delve into the onslaught of chores and homework and MCAT practice questions. It’s slow going and I have my dad coming by to check on me and crack the whip on me when he thinks that I’m not working hard enough. God am I pissed off at him. I’m finally done with everything he wants me to do just in time to get ready for bed.

After brushing my teeth and saying goodnight, it’s time for me to change into my pajamas and go to sleep.

I walk about my room before coming to my window. The curtains are open and I look out on the neighbor’s yard and the street. A few cars go by but it’s pretty quiet.

I look over to my neighbor’s house and I see him in the window across from me, sitting at his desk and working on something. He looks up and notices me, but I don’t think he knows that I’m aware of him.