Heath with a heavy sigh extended a gadget to his brother, and they both left the lavatory and go to Heath's locker.
The red-haired guy typed on the keyboard some mysterious combination, and the locker swung open, revealing a fabulous mess in Jackson's eyes. Hit began to dig into it.
"Your parents told me to look after you and take care that you were all right," Jackson said suddenly.
-Yeah, - Heath cheerfully responded from the depths of the mess.
"So," Jackson handed his brother a paper bag. - Mom said that you forgot your book about anatomy of the monsters ... She also laid the dinner for you: spaghetti with chili, as you love!
"I'm sick of these calf tenderness now, so stop it, Jekyll," Heath grimaced.
"Me too," the guy replied sincerely. "But I have to," he said immediately, continuing to shove package.
"Come on." Heath took the bag, opened a cardboard box of spaghetti and prepared for a meal.
-I do not understand! You have ten minutes a lesson begins! Exclaimed the dumbfounded Jackson.
"I will not go," Heath said calmly, pulling a fork out of the package. - I did not do my homework.
-Once again I did not understand! You were sitting with the laptop up to five this morning! Played, or what?
"No ..." Heath murmured. - I tried, but I did not succeed.
"You did not try, that's why it did not succeed!"
-I tried ...!
"Do you think I invited you to my home so that you would lie like a log on my bed?" So this: tonight you'll do everything right!
-I'll try ...
-No, you will not "try", and everything will be done as expected, Heath!
He lowered his eyes. Jackson suddenly felt unbearably sorry for this awkward guy.
-Come on, - he put his brother's hand on his shoulder, - you know that I love you.
Heath nodded and, wrapping himself around a spaghetti fork, poured a portion into his mouth with a nasty squishy sound.
Jackson left. But Heath, after hesitating a little, nevertheless went on the lessons...
[to be continued...]
