Seven
Jacob
I looked at my phone to check the time, bored and eager to be done with this damn class.
AP English wasn’t the worst class in my schedule, with its focus on American Literature. We mostly read books, discussed them, and wrote papers. But it wasn’t my favorite either.
Plus, it was the last class of the day, so I was usually ready to get the hell off school grounds and either hang with Ally or work on my music. Today, unfortunately, I wasn’t doing either of those things.
I was going to visit my mother.
“Jake, your mom wants to see you. You’re hurting her feelings by staying away. It’s time to grow up and do what’s right,” my father had told me that morning before school.
Luckily, I hadn’t seen him much since Mom had woken up. Unluckily, he’d been waiting for me in the kitc
