23. How's that fair?
"Mr. Gallagher! Are you paying attention? " Ethan looks up from his notebook, where he's been actually taking notes, for once, instead of drawing. "Yes, of course I am, sir. " His English teacher looks over the edge of his glasses: "Really? Good, then you'll have no problem writing 5 pages on it. My desk by Monday. Enjoy your weekend. " His classmates begins to gather their things and leave while Ethan keeps sitting at his table: "Excuse me, sir, but I can't finish this assignment over the weekend! I have plans. " His teacher grabs his bag: "You should've thought about that. " Ethan grins, disbelieving: "So my siblings can skip school for weeks at a time with no punishment, yet when I do nothing wrong, I get more homework. How's that fair? " Ethan stuffs his things in his backpack: "You're held to a higher standard, Mr. Gallagher. You'll just have to miss this rave, there'll be others. You have potential, not like your siblings. " Ethan rolls his eyes: "Rig-thy. Listen, I have to make money. I could've dropped out, but so far I've been able to manage. I have a ton of homework, I can't manage this! " His teacher holds the door open for him: "Maybe you should cut down on your work then. " Ethan walks out, staring at his feet: "Monday, Gallagher. "
Ethan leaves the building, already stressing over the assignment. At least he has his notes. "Hey babe. " Peter's waiting for him: "Oh, hey, Pete. I thought you were working? " He places a quick kiss on his lips. Pete gives him a light nudge in the chest. He pulls away, feeling a little offended. "Don't you want to see me? " Pete pouts. Ethan looks to his feet and nods: "Of course I do, Pete. You just said- " Pete crosses his arms. "I don't have to tell you everything. " Ethan looks after him when he gets in his car. Pete honks at him before he drives away. Ethan stomps away. He's just so sick of people.