❝Hey Danny.❞

❝Hey, how's it going?❞

❝It's going alright. Today at school, I was feeling kinda...I don't know...❞

❝Was it because of somebody?❞

❝No, not necessarily.❞

❝Then what is it?❞

❝I'm failing Chemistry. And I don't know. I feel so dumb.❞

❝Don't. Chem's a hard class for everybody. I've avoided Chem like the plague.❞

❝Danny, do you make good grades?❞

❝They're okay. Like, I mean...they could be better.❞

❝No need to feel ashamed, or be hard on yourself. I practically make straight Bs.❞

❝I'm more-so a C-average.❞

❝Do your parents ever get on to you about stupid shit like that? Grades I mean.❞

❝...❞

❝Danny are you alright? Did I say something wrong?❞

❝No you didn't. It's not that...❞

❝What is it?❞

❝I would've never guessed you as a person who curses.❞

❝Oh, shit! Sorry, do you not like cursing? 'Cause I'll stop. My parents don't like hearing it either.❞

❝No. It's all good. It's all fucking good.❞

❝Haha...what was that? I heard yelling.❞

❝Oh, the TV. I actually have to go. I have to go and practice, y'know for soccer.❞

❝Alright. Wanna chat, same time?❞

❝Yeah. Sounds good. It was nice talkin'.❞

❝Okay then. Bye.❞

❝Bye.❞