I had my eyes closed and was rocking my head to the loud music pumping in my ears. I felt my ears and my nerves being numbed by the music.
I leaned on the side of my couch to peek out at my blinds and noticed it was night time. I knew I had to turn in or pay the price of being tired as hell when I went in for school.
I unplugged my earbuds from my ear and placed my phone on the coffee table next to me. I didn't even bother to change into more comfortable clothes or even go to my bed. I just decided on sleeping down here.
I heard my alarm go off in what seemed like no time at all and I rubbed my eyes to get the itchiness out of them.
"Ugh. I am definitely not a morning person," I groaned, scratching the back of my head. Then I realized I left my coat over at the Test house. I didn't fancy going back there after what happened yesterday. I'd probably ask Johnny for it.
After I finished getting ready for school, I walked outside and got on my bike while using my phone as a tracker to find the school. All in all, I figured looking at my phone while driving a motorcycle wasn't the most dangerous thing I've ever done.
I stopped for breakfast along the way, which I had to keep in one of the storage spots that realistically wouldn't fit on a motorcycle, but it was a cartoon, so I could get away with it.
I parked my bike upon arriving at the university and got a good look at the building itself. It was fairly sized, which I could definitely appreciate. I just hoped the inside was even more impressive.
Having my breakfast in hand, I walked inside with a smooth and confident stride, my face an emotionless mask to truly distinguish myself as one who refuses to give a fuck.
Passing the halls, I could see that some of the students here were giving me long looks that suggested they knew exactly who I was and what my family had distinguished themselves as. God, that was going to be very irritating.
But I knew I would just have to deal with it as I continued toward the Dean of this university. I knocked on the man's door and simply got an 'enter' before I walked inside.
"I believe am now a student here?" I questioned rhetorically.
"Ah, Mr. Morgan! Yes, your father did say you would be attending this school for your stay in Porkbelly. We're certainly glad to have you here. I have the records from your previous schools on you inventions and general grades. Maintained straight A's in every school year and the inventions just go on," the dean explained while looking down at the papers on his desk.
"Yes, I take pride in my work and maintaining a perfect record. Just what class will I be attending?" I asked.
"You will be attending Professor Slopsink's class, which is the most advanced class we have here. Even though your experience with science will make the class feel like a cakewalk," the dean explained. "I would love to see how you fare against our most brilliant students here at the University, Susan and Mary Test. From what I understand, they're brilliant inventors as well."
"I've met them. They are brilliant, no doubts about that," I said.
"In that case, do you want me to escort you to his class, or do you feel that you could manage?" the dean asked.
"I can manage on my own thank you, but I appreciated the offer," I said.
"In that case, Professor Slopsink is in room 230 and he will inform you on what do next when you get there. Enjoy your stay," the dean said. I nodded politely and walked out of his room. He seemed genuine and not being pulled by my dad's puppet string, which is usually the case with most of my schools. Guess he's really trusting me by myself this time around.
I walked around until I found the room that the dean mentioned and walked inside. I was early, so no one should be inside but the Professor himself.
I walked inside and was immediately proven wrong. The Professor was definitely in here, but Susan and Mary were in here as well. I silently cursed to myself as I ignored them and walked towards the Professor.
"Professor Slopsink?" I asked.
"Ah! Mr. Morgan! We've been expecting your arrival. I would assume you arrived early to make an impression," Slopsink said.
"You figured me out," I said dryly. The Professor simply smiled.
"Well, don't worry about that. If you are going to eat your breakfast in here, then please mind not to spill anything that the students may walk over it," he said. I nodded.
"I'll certainly try my best," I said, walking directly past Susan and Mary without even sparing them a glance and sat in the back before opening my platter. Quick and easy pancakes from a fast food place, but it was good. I decorated it with the butter and syrup on my platter before eating my pancakes silently. Then I could hear them talking amongst themselves.
"You need to apologize," I heard Mary say.
"What for? What I told him was a fact," Susan said.
"It may have been a fact, but you knew he was dealing with that particular conflict himself. That was bound to push some buttons. It's not often we could consider someone as a friend, and you go and ruin that because he disagreed with what we were doing," Mary said, sounding disappointed. I kept eating, but my pace slowed and my ears perked up even more to catch what they were saying.
"Alright, alright. I see your point. Even then, I had to admit he was right the fake dad thing going horribly wrong," Susan said.
"I told you so," I said without even looking up from my food. I heard a gasp from the both of them, which suggested they were startled by my voice.
"How long have you been listening?" Susan asked me.
"Ever since you first started talking. You two are terrible at whispering," I said, looking up at Mary. "I'm not mad at you."
"You aren't?" Susan asked. I turned to her next.
"No, you I'm pissed at. What you said was completely unnecessary. But you and I are still on good terms Mary," I said, idly taking another bite of food.
"Look, I'm sorry about what I said-"
"You aren't. You believe that I needed to hear it. Until I can agree with you on that statement, I might continue to be mad at you. Or do you want to play the, 'If one twin's mad, I'm mad' card?" I asked.
"No. We don't handle things like that," Susan said. I nodded in satisfaction.
"Well, that I can agree with you. Apologies for the colorful language I used around your brother. I was upset," I said.
"Yeah, we kinda figured that. We kinda had to explain to him the concept of cussing, which was awkward," Mary said.
"Like I said, sorry about that. I don't think the child population needs corrupting, and I said quite a lot of stuff that's very... impressionable," I said, before focusing on my food.
"I'll say. Also, you left this over at our house," Mary said, handing me my leather jacket back. I grabbed it and noticed something different about it from further examination.
"You washed it? And fixed the hole in it?" I said.
"Least I could do considering from what happened yesterday," Mary said.
"Thanks," I said.
"No problem. But I couldn't help but note that giant tear was deliberate," Mary said.
"Oh, it was. I used that to sneak a beer from my parents' fridge," I said, making Susan and Mary look at me in a shocked way. "Yeah, I acted like a juvenile kid to get attention. I wonder when I'll actually learn that I may never get them to share a particular interest in my life."
"Do you still drink?" Susan asked me.
"No, not anymore. Juice, soda, and even water is way better tasting. If anything, that might have turned me off alcohol," I said, stacking five pieces of pancakes on my fork. "I mean, I can still drink. I've acquired the taste. But it's just not very good is all." I then stuffed the pancakes into my mouth.
"Just why do people drink? What is the purpose if it doesn't taste good?" Susan asked me. I finished swallowing the food in my mouth before continuing.
"After drinking enough of them, you start to feel numb. Like nothing can hurt you physically or emotionally. It's definitely the drink for you if you want to forget your problems for a while. But don't be a dumbass like me and drink at fourteen. Trust me, you take that step, and you'll feel like shit the first time you dare to try," I assured them.
"I'll take your word for it," Mary said.
"Good. Now lemme finish eating," I said, focusing my attention back on my food.
A/N: This is a short chapter, but there wasn't too much more I could do for this without doing more jump cuts, which is just boring. I'll see you all back next time.