Post by wyatt christopher daubney on Sept 22, 2014 15:27:23 GMT -8
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If anyone had trouble sitting still and focusing on homework or studying, it was Wyatt. Not to mention it was a struggle with his dyslexia, a learning disability he never truly took the time to deal with, and on top of his being distracted he wanted nothing more than to abandon his books and go do something fun. Sitting on the floor of his girlfriend's living room, the blonde tapped the highlighter on his knee as he rested his chin in his palm. He eyed the hallway warily.
Maybe, while she was in her room doing who knows what, he could sneak off and ignore his responsibilities for a couple of hours. I'll come back later and do it, he vowed to himself, dropping the highlighter down on the book that lay open on the page. Just as he stood up and straightened one of his favorite plaid shirts, Arielle entered the room and he stared at her like a deer caught in headlights. Shit. Wyatt gave her a sheepish grin and refused to glance at the front door. "Hey babe," he continued to smile, looking down at the book subconsciously. "Totally not looking to ignore my homework...definitely not. Because I mean, ignoring would mean not doing it ever...I just don't wanna do it right now. I could pass the test with my eyes closed!" Which was a total lie, one she could probably see straight through.
Why did she have to come into the living room right then? If he'd managed to sneak out, he could text her after the fact and tell her he would be back soon. Now he wasn't so sure she would let him leave.
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